(Lanzon/Shaw)

Tryin' to make it back
 To my old home town
 I've been driving since
 The break of dawn
 Got a feeling like a fever
 Burning in my brain
 When I see her
 It'll be all gone

Pacific highway
 Getting nearer now
 And I feel like
 The dream [bad word] [bad word]  Pacific highway
 Getting closer now
 I don't need directions
 To find my way back to you

Take another turning
 On the old creek road
 Making sure I don't get lost
 I'm hoping to [bad word]  My taco's reading right
 Get ahead no matter
 What the cost

Tryin' to take it easy
 On the old home stretch
 But city [bad word] into sight
 I'm getting ready for my betty
 God how I missed that girl
 We're rock-n-rollin'
 Through the night

I don't need directions
 To find my way back to you

I only got five more miles, yeah
 Only four more miles, yeah
 I only got three miles, two miles
 One mile to go