Lyrics for The Day I Get Home
By Squeeze
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(difford/tilbrook)
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
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
