Текст песни Rock & Roll Stew - Traffic

Sitting in a transit all night long
Playing clubs and rocking right on
The road′s much too long since I've been wasting my time
Wish I was home again sipping my wine

And I′m gone, gone, gone, I don't care
'Cause I′m gone, gone, gone, I don′t care
It's where I′m from, I'm on the road again

LA to London is a mighty long time
Eight hours flying can bring you down
Sitting near a suit who′s a red-neck going,
Eyes are moving but there's no life showing

Now that I′m home again
Things are much better, biding my time with my little go-getter
No matter what they say, no matter what they do,
Gonna end up in the middle of that rock & roll stew
Gone, gone, gone ...