Phil Keaggy

In Good Time

Phil Keaggy


I get so tired of traveling on airplanes 
What's the advantage of being so far from home? 
Sometimes I ask myself could I find a local job. 
A love-hate relationship, preoccupation. 
How does one manage to make it through the dawn. 
But should I complain, it's the singer, not the song. 

It's the getting-to, it's the going-from, 
It's the knowing that I've left someone behind. 
And their little faces change from day to day, 
I get a glimpse and I'm on my way, 
Someday I pray that I'll be home to stay in good time. 

Can't forget the call to loyalty, 
Try to forget the pain and all the wrong. 
And yet I blame myself for the wrong I've done. 
Bittersweet portrayal of the situation, 
Give me eyes to see my place where I belong. 
But should I complain, it's the singer, 
And not the song. 

It's the getting-to, it's the going-from, 
It's the knowing that I've left someone behind. 
And their little faces change from day to day, 
I get a glimpse and I'm on my way, 
Someday I pray that I'll be home to stay in good time. 

It's the getting-to, it's the going-from, 
It's the knowing that I've left someone behind. 
And their little faces change from day to day, 
I get a glimpse and I'm on my way, 
Someday I pray that I'll be home to stay in good time.