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