Always On My Way Back Home

I am always on my way back home
I am always on my way back home
So say it to me gentle
Say it to me neat
You are made of honey
I am made of wheat

And though you're the finest sugar cane
I'm a seed just sown
I am always on my way back home

I have seen all the world and made it mine
I have asked you if you would wait a little time
I owe it to your patience
I owe it to your needs
You're a pretty flower
I'm a dying breed

And though you're the brightest thing this summer
I'm still barely grown
I am always on my way back home

I'm in the right direction
I heard I'm pretty close
You're the midday sunshine
My nature more morose

And all the while you're set in stone
I shall forever roam
Always on my way back home

I am always, always, always on my way back home
I am always on my way back home