All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
My English jaunt is almost up. One more sleep and then at 8am tomorrow morning I will be getting in that taxi, waving goodbye to all I've known here. Lonesome, but I will be back in the bosom of family and long-standing friends.
I don't know when I will be back in England. All I know is that I will be back. Peterborough? Highly doubtful. But as a tourist seeing soooo much more of it that I have this time? Hell yeah.