Man From Houston

I just got into L.A. and I'm sitting on my bag and wondering why
Why there ain't nobody here to meet me
I wonder why there's no one here to greet me with a kiss
And tell me "Everything's alright"
And, "Boy I sure missed you"
And, "Please don't stay away so long next time."
And, "Ooh, I love you."

Riding down the freeway in a yellow cab alone thinking about the man
Who flew beside me all the way from Houston
And showed me pictures of his kids and talked about his wife
Told me how she would be waiting in their yellow station wagon
With a hug and kiss to give him
Saying, "Ooh, I love you."

I wonder if I'll ever be like that man
Happy with his family and dying to go home
And I recall

How when we finally landed
How he heard and was first man off the plane
And the look of pleasure on his face to see her
And happy all alone together walking through the crowd
She told him, "Kevin took his first step yesterday."
And "Shirley can stay home from school with a little touch of fever."
And, "Please don't stay away so long next time."
And, "Ooh, I love you."

I wonder if I'll ever be like that man
Happy with his family and dying to go home