100 More Miles

Alice Cooper

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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 yelling: 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 till 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 seeing
'Cause I'm sick and tired of being on my own
White-line fever's running wild
Still a hundred more miles till 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 more miles