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