It's easy to think when you're walking down the street
Talkin' to yourself, saying "This is how it goes"
Every night when you're lying in your bed
You get twisted up in untie-able knots
You get worried that your baby won't find his way home
Well don't let it fool you, when you're wondering where I am
I'm in a wine bar in the middle of Madrid
Toasting your blue eyes from way across the sea
Hoping that you're okay, and that you're missing me
I'll be home when them songbirds sing again
Well I'll be home when them songbirds sing again
The miles I've traveled, rambling all around the world
Talking to myself saying, "This is how it goes"
Standing beside some bustling boulevard
I take a picture of you & hold it to the sky
So please keep the light on and open up some wine
I got post cards of the places I have seen
And rest your weary eyes 'til that dog begins to bark
Then roll over & slip in to your jeans/dreams
I'll be home when them songbirds sing again
I'll be home when them songbirds sing again