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