The Day I Get Home Lyrics

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
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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