When I Get Home

The people at the bus stop are kissing

They won't see when the busses come and go

And as I'm driving past them

I find myself a-wishing

I'd be kissing you when I get home

Listen to the wind blow down the highway

Listen to it carrying my poem

As I sing it to you, dear

You know I mean it so sincere

I'll be kissing you when I get home

This rambling life is making me so weary

Feels like every day just takes its toll

And my songs don't feel so clever

But I'm trying to remember

I'll be kissing you when I get home

I'll be kissing you when I get home

I'll be kissing you when I get home

One more time

I'll be kissing you when I get home