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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... From Letras Mania