Back Home Again

I'm back home again
It's good to see your smiling face once more
I'm back home again
Won't you open up your arms and close the door?
When I roam again
I'll call you every night on the telephone
To let you know that I'll be coming back home again

I'm looking down on the lights of the city
From a plane flying high up above
Coming back home from New York City
To the arms of the one I love

The closer I get, the more that I hate to think
Of all the times that I've been away
When I finally touch down and I'm safe on the ground
I'll run to her, guess what I'll say

I'm dozing off in the back of the crew cab
It's a movie that I've seen before
Just played a job in the northern country
And I want to make it home by four

Think about the number of times we've traveled
This road and all the places we've played
When the city's in sight after driving all night
I'll see my girl and here's what I'll say