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
Cause 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
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
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