Lyric 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...