Can't Be Satisfied

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