I'm sitting on the railway station,
Got a ticket for my destination.
But then they say the ten past eight is running fifty minutes late.
They blame some water on the line. No worries, it will come by nine.

Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.


I'm sitting on the railway station,
Admitting to some slight frustration,
As nine o'clock has been and gone, but still they say it won't be long:
Some points got wet in Timbuktu, affecting services through Crewe.

Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting anxiously for me.


Still sitting on the railway station,
As boredom turns to desperation.
The tannoy cries out doom again: "A train has just been hit by rain."
They've cancelled every train in sight, so now I will be here all night.

Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting angrily for me.


I'm sleeping on a railway station,
And awake to scenes of devastation.
They say there's been humidity, which fused the electricity,
What's more, it isn't coming back, so now they're pulling up the track.

Homeward bound, I'll never be homeward bound.
Home, where my thought's diminished,
Home, where my music's finished,
Home, where my love's gone round to number twenty-three.