I got a strange feeling.
One that won’t let me go.
That the sky’s about to open.
Steal me away and close.
CHORUS
Back in 15 minutes, write a letter.
Back in 15 minutes, write a song.
Back in 15 minutes, write a novel.
Back in 15 minutes, right or wrong.
Where there’s smoke, there’s a motel burnin’.
There’s fire in the eyes of the musician.
The road is hopefully forever turnin’.
Like the world is spinnin’.
St. Peter, here’s all my money, just forget you saw me.
Just put me back in what I had on.
We’ll blame it on dreams and runnin’
from the new day, from the new dawn.
I just had to step out towards the ceiling.
Had some unfinished business upstairs.
Shouldn’t take long. Shouldn’t take long at all.
A wild man like me with a couple of squares.