The Day I Get Home

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