(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