I made my way through the tunnel,

      I made my way to my home.

      I lived my life by the skyline,

      I lived my life in the dome.

     I was a creature of habit.

     I was a man without ring.

     I had to live by the token

     and I was loving the thing.

     I have a daughter in Memphis,

     I have a son in Palm Springs.

     I have another in Tucson

     and in L.A I have twins.

     I lived my life as a salesman,

     I lived my life on the road.

     I met these Queens doing business;

     now I will deal with the load.

     I have a tall one in Lakewood,

     who is the son in between.

     And there's the daughter in Oakland,

     the girl I never have seen.

     Now I'm retiring from business,

     now is the time to go home.

     But in my mind something's stirring,

     though I am close to my dome.

     So I changed the lane in the tunnel;

     broke off my way back to home.

     There's some service to tender:

     I've to take care of the boom.

     I made my way to the airport,

     I made my way through the gate.

     I took the flight to wherever,

     I've had the pleasure to date.

     So still I'm doing my business,

     still I'm nowhere near home.

     But soon I'm due for vacation,

     I have a daughter in Rome.

          2013 © Torbjorn Gideskog

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