I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat:
It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet
In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes
Oh it burns like a fire and it pulls me through-
We are parted by desire for the strange and new
I've got a quarter in my pocket, I'm advancing to the booth
I am picking up and praying that I talk to you

Oh cause now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I am halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home

Somedays, there was comfort as a stranger far from home
Sometimes, a hunger and a longing not to be alone
Imagining emotion in each man that I would meet-
But it was physics, and subtraction, to an ancient beat
Oh, it burned like a fire and I wore it so...
We are tied up in desire and we won't let go
Well, I've no quarter in my pocket, i've no apple left to eat;
I am running, I am running and I can't feel my feet

Oh and now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I'm halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home
Home is where I wanna be
Now I'm home, home is where I'm gonna be
Past the church and past the steeple
Past the sad and lonely people
Past the old school on the avenue
I am running, I am running...

And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street
Would you like to come and meet me
Now that I'm halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home