On the Plane - Blackfield

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 neighbourhood

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