Lyrics

Early in the morning, leaving in his private plane
And late at night, after dark - he'll be home again
He is always busy, he is always on his feet
On his way to somewhere or someone he must meet

"Please hurry home, darling please, please come home"
That's how it goes

He is on his way - thinking that he's doing well
He is on his way - but the road to success leads to Hell
He's on his way, on his way
to Hell

His shoes are made in Italy, his car is custom made
On his fingers heavy rocks, so he won't fade away
Money ain't no problem, cash is flowing in
More than he could ever spend, but still he plays to win

"Please hurry home, daddy please, please come home"
That's how it goes

He is on his way - thinking that he's doing well
He is on his way - but the road to success leads to Hell
He's on his way, on his way

Now and then he's thinking of his family back home
they're lonely every single Christmas day
But anyway he doesn't know them too well
his mind is always far, far away

He is on his way - thinking that he's doing well
He is on his way - but the road to success leads to Hell
He's on his way, on his way

He is on his way - thinking that he's doing well
He is on his way - but the road to success leads to Hell
He's on his way, on his way
to Hell