Well I'm looking outnmy window at thosencity lights,nAnd there's a coldnhand on my heartntonight,nI know I must go downnto the street oncenagain,nI got business therenwith somethingnI don't even know itsnname,nI looked for it betweennthe sheets, ImperialnhotelnIt was there when wenkissed down besidenthe wishing well,nI have chased it down anwhite line to thenbottom of a bottle,nI still hear it in thenengine at the openingnof the throttle.nnLike the howling wind,nI travel these roadsnwith a hurt insidenAnd I can't be satisfied.nnWell there was a prettynwoman once and shenlived beside thentracks,nbut the metal and thenwheels sure havenmade her turn hernback,nAnd when a man camenthrough fromnMemphis in a longnblack CadillacnShe just jumped rightnin beside him saying,nDrive, sucker, drive!nnLike the howling wind,nI travel these roadsnwith a hurt insidenAnd I can't be satisfied.nnGold on my finger,nTime on my side,nYou can stay if younwant to,nBut I can't be satisfied.nnAngelique, she likes tonthink that she's mynguardian angel,nShe's always saying,nWhat you doingndown here?nI say, I'm working onna mystery, I'm justnwaiting for my deal,nIn the back of thenstretch with my babynat the wheel.nnLike the howling wind,nI travel these roadsnwith a hurt insidenAnd I can't be satisfied.nnGold on my finger,nTime on my side,nYou can stay if younwant to,nBut I can't be satisfied.nnLike a beggar on thenstreet,nLike a disappointednbride,nLike a fugitive fromnjusticenWith nowhere left tonhidenI'm a ghots among thenhousesnIn a place without anguide,nI'm just heading downnthe backroads,nI'm only in it for thenride.