THE DAY I GET HOME
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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