I can't kiss the telephone, i can't hug your picture
and these postcards just remind me how far away you are
there's two thousand miles of highway lyin' between us
but the way i feel tonight it doesn't seem like all that far
`cus when i get home
i know the first thing we're gonna do
when i get home
i'm gonna turn my body loose on you
it's been so long, i've been so true
i want you when i get home
If i could i'd order you for breakfast every morning
there'd be a headline story about you in my usa today
every in-flight movie'd feature you and all your glory
and into your friendly skies, this airplane would carry me away
`cus when i get home
i know the first thing we're gonna do...
Now you could move and leave no forwarding address
you could be living on the moon
but i know just where you are, i don't have to guess
you're waiting up for me and praying that i'll be home safe and soon
`cus when i get home
i know the first thing we're gonna do...