Who were the very first jitterbugs in the world?
Why, I think I could answer that.
They were the bugs themselves.
Well, I've been away for 50 days now.
I'm broken and I wanna go home.
I have seen you in a long, long time.
I'm making love to you on the phone.
But not a hotel, and not a town.
There's nothing to see at all.
Too many miles on too many roads.
And too many long distance calls.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
Well,
I'm tired of traveling,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
Well,
I'm tired of traveling,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
Another
day and another week,
I'm going up and down these roads.
I'm looking through the
windshield, but I've seen it all before.
I fill my head with fantasies to take the edge
of the gaze.
But I'm out of stories and things to tell,
cause everything looks the same.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
Well, I'm
tired of traveling,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
Well,
I'm tired of traveling,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
Well,
I'm tired of traveling,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
Going
to the same old place as time and the time.
Sometimes I wonder
if this is what it's
all about.
Staring at a picture of you,
wishing I were back home.
I need something bad right
now, bad to make me feel good.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
Well, I'm tired of traveling,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
I'm tired of driving,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
I'm tired of driving,
tired of all the same roads,
tired of everything.
Well I'm tired of traveling,
but I won't change,
I'm tired of everything