Well I'm looking out
My window at those
City lights,
And there's a cold
Hand on my heart
Tonight,
I know I must go down
To the street once
Again,
I got business there
With something
I don't even know its
Name,
I looked for it between
The sheets, Imperial
Hotel
It was there when we
Kissed down beside
The wishing well,
I have chased it down a
White line to the
Bottom of a bottle,
I still hear it in the
Engine at the opening
Of the throttle.
Like the howling wind,
I travel these roads
With a hurt inside
And I can't be satisfied.
Well there was a pretty
Woman once and she
Lived beside the
Tracks,
But the metal and the
Wheels sure have
Made her turn her
Back,
And when a man came
Through from
Memphis in a long
Black Cadillac
She just jumped right
In beside him saying,
"Drive, sucker, drive!"
Like the howling wind,
I travel these roads
With a hurt inside
And I can't be satisfied.
Gold on my finger,
Time on my side,
You can stay if you
Want to,
But I can't be satisfied.
Angelique, she likes to
Think that she's my
Guardian angel,
She's always saying,
"What you doing
Down here? "
I say, "I'm working on
A mystery, I'm just
Waiting for my deal,
In the back of the
Stretch with my baby
At the wheel. "
Like the howling wind,
I travel these roads
With a hurt inside
And I can't be satisfied.
Gold on my finger,
Time on my side,
You can stay if you
Want to,
But I can't be satisfied.
Like a beggar on the
Street,
Like a disappointed
Bride,
Like a fugitive from
Justice
With nowhere left to
Hide
I'm a ghots among the
Houses
In a place without a
Guide,
I'm just heading down
The backroads,
I'm only in it for the
Ride