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...