Why I chose this hotel I'll never know. I was on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light, my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim and I knew I had to stop for the night.  I felt like I was trapped in some kind of mixed up song.

I was on a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand as I entered the run down motel.  It would be my home for the next nine and a half hours.

Couple in the next room were bound to win a prize, they'd been going at it all night long.  Me, I'm trying to get some sleep but these motel walls are cheap and just as I started dropping off to sleep I heard a commotion outside.  A young girl in the parking lot was preaching to a crowd, singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible. The crowd of people turned away, but I just had to look, having read the book.

It was a short night.  I woke up, fell out of bed and dragged a comb across my head.   Actin funny and I don't know why.  Purple haze all in my brain.  Lately things don't seem the same.

I can't get no satisfaction.   And I can't wait to get on the road again.