Lyrics:

(diffordtilbrook) 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