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...