Sitting in a transit all night longPlaying clubs and rocking right onThe road's much too long since I've been wasting my timeWish I was home again sipping my wineAnd I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't careIt's where I'm from, I'm on the road againLA to London is a mighty long timeEight hours flying can bring you down Sitting near a suit who's a red-neck going,Eyes are moving but there's no life showingNow that I'm home againThings are much better, biding my time with my little go-getterNo matter what they say, no matter what they do,Gonna end up in the middle of that rock & roll stewGone, gone, gone ...