Travelling Bromford…

I'm travellin' the world
Again?
Every night another town
Every town another gig
I'm boxin' but I'm not a boxer
I'm buskin' but I'm not a busker

Boxin' is the wrong word
Boxin' on a boxin' day
Handin' 'round my busket

BASKET
Not ball

I'm passing 'round my hat
I'm hating but I'm not a hatter

Confusion - it's such a terrible shame
Confusion - you don't know what I'm saying

I'm not travellin' the world
I'm not buskin'
I don't even play an instrument
I can't sing, I can't dance
I can't dance, I can't talk
The only thing about me is the way I walk

But the truth is…
Out there…
I'm too lazy to think of something
And all this is just an excuse to steal words and lyrics again

Thank you, all you musicians and songwriters

I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and one-man band

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

Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be

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

Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony, I need someone to comfort me

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
Silently for me

Why is Paul Simon writin' about a one-man band
while he's travellin' the world as the Simon & Garfunkel duo?

Foreshadowing? For shadowing?