Kicking The Old Irish Blues Songtext

I would sail towards the moonlight if it would get me anywhere
I'd melt the sun right out of the sky if you'd release me from its stare
Had I'd known that you were perfect, I'd have called the man myself,
but I'm not a porch light baby, I can't be put upon a shelf

It's nothing personal
It's just business as usual

I can say this without a stutter, a stammer or a stir;
"One day I swear I'll find my way back home to her"