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...