Tallulah's Waiting - Francis Rossi

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