It's too dark to put the keys in my ignition,
And the mornin' sun is yet to climb my hood
ornament.
But before too long I might see those flashing red lights;
Look out, mama,
'cause I'm comin' home tonight.
[Chorus]
Think I'll roll another number for the
road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet aren't on the ground, I been
standin' on the sound
Of some open hearted people goin' down.
I'm not goin' back
to Woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile.
I'm a
million miles away from that helicopter day;
No, I don't believe I'll be goin' back that
way.
