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