Come Home Billy Budd Songtext
von The Divine Comedy

William wakes with his clothes on
The morning call has been and gone
And he might not make the flight
But he will try, yeah

Bit by bit, it comes back to him
A bunch of Belgian businessmen
And a strange drinking game
Oh, God, why?

Come home, Billy Bird
International business traveler
Come home, Billy Bird

He hails a cab, but the driver sucks
He drives so slowly, and he talks so much
That it hurts Billy Bird′s aching brain, yeah
He runs from the cab to the check-in desk
She says, "No way", but William begs on his knees
"Please, please, please"
"Well, okay"


Come home, Billy Bird
International business traveler
Come home, Billy Bird

Drenched in sweat he finds his seat
And with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feet
He begins to think that things can't get no worse
(Can′t get no worse)

But then a voice says, "Bags that can't be stowed
In the overhead lockers, must go below
In the hold, please let go
Thank you, sir"

Come home, Billy Bird
International business traveler
Come home, Billy Bird
Come home, William, come home

He runs on past the carousel
Screaming, "Damn my luggage all to hell
I can buy a new shirt and tie any day"
He rides from the airport into town
To the high school football ground
Where his son has just begun his big football game


Come home, Billy Bird
International business traveler
Come home, Billy Bird
Come home, Billy Bird (come home, William)
International business traveler (come home, William)
Come home, Billy Bird (come home)

Come home, Billy Bird (come home, William)
International business traveler
Come home, Billy Bird (come home, come home)
Come home, Billy Bird (come home to where you once belonged)
International business traveler (come home)
Come home, Billy Bird (come home)
Come home, Billy Bird
International business traveler