Long Way Home

I'm in my car, I know it's not a Jaguar, still that's ok I'm travelling along

I need a place to stay somewhere there must be a motel

Where I can take a break my eyes are tired

See a sign flashing in the darkness, a neon beacon for the weary traveler

It's a long way home

I'm a long long way from home

I'm in my plane its really not the same, but that's ok I'm flying high

The seats are cramped I'm feeling claustrophobic

The air is dry and smells like ass

I see a stewardess long legs and perm a tan

She brings me round and gives me a smile