Standing in the corridor
It's just another day
You never were the kind of boy
Who ran outside to play
You're passing through the kitchen
Behind your mother's back
While she says,
"Your father's on the plane"
The rain against the windows
You're waiting on the stairs
You double-check the driveway
For someone standing there
You calculate the chances
Of presents on your bed tonight
Daddy's on his way
Daddy's on the plane
Soon you'll meet again
Daddy's on the plane
That's what mother said
While you were waiting
Nothing ever happens
In your neighborhood
You'd like to run so far away
If you only could
It seems that all the people
Have nothing much to say, anyway
Daddy's on his way
Daddy's on the plane
Soon you'll meet again
Daddy's on the plane
That's what mother said
While you were waiting