the day IgE彈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
Its good to be back home again
The roads of air that map the globe
Take me away to places new
Im lucky i can get around
Im taking off and touching down
When i get home its much the same
The tax returns return again
The news is on it isnt 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
Its experience
As the days unfold
But theres 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, its 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 havent changed
Neither have i, i like to think
The worlds an oyster on a plate
I get around and get up late