(Difford/Tilbrook)
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When this young man comes rolling home
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The lamp posts move and in the road
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I sing and dance in falling rain
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It's good to be back home again
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The roads of air that map the globe
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Take me away to places new
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I'm lucky I can get around
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I'm taking off and touching down
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When I get home it’s much the same
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The tax returns return again
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The news is on it isn't good
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I see the trees but not the wood
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The road stretches out as far as I can see
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And I eat the lines ahead of me
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It's experience
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As the days unfold
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But there's nothing quite like
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The day I get home
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When this young man comes rolling home
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The cheese on toast is in the grill
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Memories are filed away
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I come and go, it's fun that way
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The roads of air that map the globe
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Go East and West and North and South
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I like to look and see the sights
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I stay up late and hit the heights
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When I return things haven't changed
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Neither have I, I like to think
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The world's an oyster on a plate
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I get around and get up late
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The Day I Get Home
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