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, s**er, 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