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, If someone's staying there
You calculate the chances, of presents on your bed tonight
Daddy's on his way


Daddy's on a plane
Soon you'll meet again

Daddy's on a plane
That's what mother said
Like you were waiting


Nothing ever happens, In your neighborhood
You 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