'On My Way Home' Lyrics/Music by Joe Hurley

On my way home, I think I saw you
Actually, I'm pretty sure, cause you even said hello
In that special voice you reserve for someone
you dont know any more

On my way home, I saw an old lady
lugging her laundry over her shoulder
By her side was a child, skippin' and smilin'
You know she'd never scold her

On My Way Home, On My Way Home

On my way home, I saw a barfight
How you insulted his girl with a neckbite
Now you lost your teeth in a redlight district,
Baby you picked it

On my way home, I spied a dilettante
spouting shitty poetry to a debutante
whose mother took a lover at a famous restaurant
Baby what you want

On My Way Home, On My Way Home

On my way home, I heard a young punk
Spewing the glories of street junk,
But a Burroughs paperback is the closest he'll get to that
Baby you're so slack

On my way home, I ran into an old friend
begging for change and a fag-end
Well, here's a buck for your cup,
You'll get your luck back, you'll be alright Jack

On My Way Home, On my way..

On my way home, I felt a kick
From the mean streets where I live
From the psychos to the whores
Never know just what's in store
Never ask...ye shall receive

On my way home, I was thinking 'bout closure
How no one ever tells me when it's over
How I have to guess that I'm a mess
And that's why they leave me so quickly

On my way home, I heard a siren,
A baby cryin', a dealer dying,
I found salvation in a stranger's face
And that's a starnge place

On My Way Home, On My Way Home..

I'm on my way home
And I hope you'll be there waiting
Waiting for me with a smile.."