作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
When this young man comes rolling home | |
The lamp posts move and in the road | |
I sing and dance in falling rain | |
It's good to be back home again | |
The roads of air that map the globe | |
Take me away to places new | |
I'm lucky i can get around | |
I'm taking off and touching down | |
When i get home it's much the same | |
The tax returns return again | |
The news is on it isn't good | |
I see the trees but not the wood | |
The road stretches out as far as i can see | |
And i eat the lines ahead of me | |
It's experience | |
As the days unfold | |
But there's nothing quite like | |
The day i get home | |
When this young man comes rolling home | |
The cheese on toast is in the grill | |
Memories are filed away | |
I come and go, it's fun that way | |
The roads of air that map the globe | |
Go east and west and north and south | |
I like to look and see the sights | |
I stay up late and hit the heights | |
When i return things haven't changed | |
Neither have i, i like to think | |
The world's an oyster on a plate | |
I get around and get up late |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
When this young man comes rolling home | |
The lamp posts move and in the road | |
I sing and dance in falling rain | |
It' s good to be back home again | |
The roads of air that map the globe | |
Take me away to places new | |
I' m lucky i can get around | |
I' m taking off and touching down | |
When i get home it' s much the same | |
The tax returns return again | |
The news is on it isn' t good | |
I see the trees but not the wood | |
The road stretches out as far as i can see | |
And i eat the lines ahead of me | |
It' s experience | |
As the days unfold | |
But there' s nothing quite like | |
The day i get home | |
When this young man comes rolling home | |
The cheese on toast is in the grill | |
Memories are filed away | |
I come and go, it' s fun that way | |
The roads of air that map the globe | |
Go east and west and north and south | |
I like to look and see the sights | |
I stay up late and hit the heights | |
When i return things haven' t changed | |
Neither have i, i like to think | |
The world' s an oyster on a plate | |
I get around and get up late |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
When this young man comes rolling home | |
The lamp posts move and in the road | |
I sing and dance in falling rain | |
It' s good to be back home again | |
The roads of air that map the globe | |
Take me away to places new | |
I' m lucky i can get around | |
I' m taking off and touching down | |
When i get home it' s much the same | |
The tax returns return again | |
The news is on it isn' t good | |
I see the trees but not the wood | |
The road stretches out as far as i can see | |
And i eat the lines ahead of me | |
It' s experience | |
As the days unfold | |
But there' s nothing quite like | |
The day i get home | |
When this young man comes rolling home | |
The cheese on toast is in the grill | |
Memories are filed away | |
I come and go, it' s fun that way | |
The roads of air that map the globe | |
Go east and west and north and south | |
I like to look and see the sights | |
I stay up late and hit the heights | |
When i return things haven' t changed | |
Neither have i, i like to think | |
The world' s an oyster on a plate | |
I get around and get up late |