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 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 almost home (I see the sign ahead, it says, "A hundred miles")