The Day I Get Home — текст песни (Squeeze)

(difford/tilbrook)



When this young man comes rolling home

The lamp posts move and in the road

I sing and dance in falling rain

Its good to be back home again

The roads of air that map the globe

Take me away to places new

Im lucky I can get around

Im taking off and touching down

When I get home its much the same

The tax returns return again

The news is on it isnt 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

Its experience

As the days unfold

But theres 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, its 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 havent changed

Neither have i, I like to think

The worlds an oyster on a plate

I get around and get up late