The day I return - and don't laugh now - the day I return,
The day when I run in the air above February snow,
And come to a place with a bed where a fireplace glows,
I'll gasp with excitement from your bird call that I'll discern,
The day I return, oh the day I return...
Please listen, please listen - don't laugh now - the day I return
Right after I land I will be done with customs so quickly,
I'll bust through and enter the town that was fun but so sickly
The town that once tortured me, I praise and curse it in turn,
The day I return, oh the day I return...
The day I return to that house where my life can restart,
The sky that’s above it won’t match the fine blue of its dome,
The incense smell there like the bread smell of sad orphan homes
Will hit me and then splash around once again in my heart...
The day I return... oh the day I return...
Imagine: I'm back, nightingales sing on Valentine's Day,
They sing the old tune long forgotten, though often repeated,
And then I collapse as my win has me fully defeated,
I sit on the floor at your feet and just blissfully sway,
The day I return... but when will I return?