I'm ragged and I'm tired I'm shaking 'cause I'm wired Just finished up the final show It's really strange to me I've got no place at all to be Nobody yellin', "Hey, man, it's time to go"
Can't seem to get from A to B There's no reality but my own White line fever's running wild Still a hundred more miles 'til I'm home
And all that I need is just a little more speed And I'm home
I'm delirious and crazy My vision's blurred and hazy And so's my recollection of you 'Cause it's a gypsy occupation Town to town across the nation But babe, it's what I gotta do
Just your face is what I'm seein' 'Cause I'm sick and tired of bein' on my own White linе fever's running wild Still a hundred morе miles 'til I'm home
And all that I need is just a little more speed And I'm home
I'm almost home I see the sign ahead, it says, "A hundred more miles"
Compositores: Charles August Jr Garric (Garric Chuck) (SESAC), James Frank Bacchi (BMI), Robert Alan Ezrin (SOCAN), Vincent Damon Furnier (BMI)Editores: Ezra Music Corp (BMI), Ezrinized Tunes Inc (SOCAN), Pw Arrangements (ASCAP), Pw Ballads (BMI), Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI), Universal Music Corporation (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #38432947 em 04/Abr/2024