In good time

I get so tired of traveling on airplanes
What's the advantage of being so far from home?
Sometimes I ask myself could I find a local job.
A love-hate relationship, preoccupation.
How does one manage to make it through the dawn.
But should I complain, it's the singer, not the song.

It's the getting-to, it's the going-from,
It's the knowing that I've left someone behind.
And their little faces change from day to day,
I get a glimpse and I'm on my way,
Someday I pray that I'll be home to stay in good time.

Can't forget the call to loyalty,
Try to forget the pain and all the wrong.
And yet I blame myself for the wrong I've done.
Bittersweet portrayal of the situation,
Give me eyes to see my place where I belong.
But should I complain, it's the singer,
And not the song.

It's the getting-to, it's the going-from,
It's the knowing that I've left someone behind.
And their little faces change from day to day,
I get a glimpse and I'm on my way,
Someday I pray that I'll be home to stay in good time.

It's the getting-to, it's the going-from,
It's the knowing that I've left someone behind.
And their little faces change from day to day,
I get a glimpse and I'm on my way,
Someday I pray that I'll be home to stay in good time.