The Day I Get Home

(difford/tilbrook)



When this young man comes rolling home

The lamp posts move and in the road

I sing and dance in falling rain

It's good to be back home again

The roads of air that map the globe

Take me away to places new

I'm lucky i can get around

I'm taking off and touching down

When i get home it's much the same

The tax returns return again

The news is on it isn't good

I see the trees but not the wood



The road stretches out as far as i can see

And i eat the lines ahead of me

It's experience

As the days unfold

But there's nothing quite like

The day i get home



When this young man comes rolling home

The cheese on toast is in the grill

Memories are filed away

I come and go, it's fun that way

The roads of air that map the globe

Go east and west and north and south

I like to look and see the sights

I stay up late and hit the heights



When i return things haven't changed

Neither have i, i like to think

The world's an oyster on a plate

I get around and get up late




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