Fick ett sms från mamma: ”HURRA! Pappa är hemma”. Hurra säger vi också. Pappa har tagit sig från Aberdeen i Skottland hem till mamma i Kramfors. En vecka senare än beräknat. Resrutten gick så här tror jag: Tåg till Newcastle. Färja till Amsterdam. Buss till Kramfors.
Om inte låten You can reach me redan fanns, kanske pappa hade kunnat tota ihop nåt liknande på vägen… Skönt att veta att han är där han hör hemma – med mamma!
You can reach me by rail way
You can reach me by trail way
You can reach me on an airplane
You can reach me with your mindYou can reach me by caravan
Across the desert like a Arab man
I don’t care how you get here
Just get here if you canYou can reach me by sail boat
Find a tree swing rope to rope
Take a sled and sly down slope
Into these arms of mineYou can jump on a speed boat
Across the border in a blazer role
I don’t care how you get here
Just get here if you canThere are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way surely you’d be closer
I need you closerThere are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way surely you’d be closer
I need you closerYou can win something to my like
Take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon
But you better get here soonYou can reach me by caravan
Across the desert like a Arab man
I don’t care how you get here
Just get here if you canI need you right here right now
I need you here by my side
I don’t care how you get here
Just get here if you canAnita Baker