Francis Rossi Tallulahs Waiting
I'm on the road, oh on another
I miss the wife and call the mother
I miss the kids and the brother
all the friends and the other
I make a call, can't say it all
I try to stand until I fall
I go to sleep and then I dream
I'm on the road, they think I'm crazy
we call it work, they call me lazy
it's getting hot, turn down the heating
I'm going mad, thank God I'm sleeping
but anyway it's all the same
and night or day the call remains
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I'm going home, the sibs are too
and though I always get these feelings
I'm telling you
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I've been away for far too long
now all they get to hear me say is
"I'm coming home..."
I'm on the road, it's where I am now
I love it all but then I can now
can't give it up, it's in the blood now
don't wanna stop, it's like a drug now
I take it all, ain't gonna fall
another night and then the call
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I'm going home, the sibs are too
and though I always get these feelings
I'm telling you
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I've been away for far too long
now all they get to hear me say is
"I'm coming home..."
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I'm going home, the sibs are too
and though I always get these feelings
I'm telling you
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I've been away for far too long
now all they get to hear me say is
"I'm coming home..."
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
I'm going home, Tallulah's waiting
