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Well, I hear my father fall
And I hear my mother call
And I hear the others all whispering, “Come home”
I’m sorry to go
I loved you all so
But this is the worst trip I’ve ever been on
Hoist up the John B. sail
See how the mainsail sets
I’m full in my heart and my head
And I want to go home
With a book in each hand
In the way I had planned
Well, I feel so broke up, I want to go home
