When I Get Home

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...