Terms and Conditions

When the weather's better and rails unfreeze, 
And the wind won't whistle 'round my knees,
I'll put on my weather suit and catch you in the rain.
I'll be home before the milk's upon the door.


Goin' home, running' home, down the Gasoline Alley where I started from.
Goin' home, and I'm running' home, down the Gasoline Alley where I was born.