(Jagger/Richards). I've got itchy fingers I've got muddy feet. And my mind is wanderin' in the steamin' heat. My head is swimmin' full of dirty lies. I'm tired of spinnin' freaky alibis. I need open spaces to clear my head. Need a clearer view on the road ahead. Need to fill my tank check the oil. Fix the air conditioner or I'm gonna boil. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. To the edge of this-uh world. I've seen fire disaster and hurricane. And sad eyed people and dirty dreams. And battered suit cases and cryin' kids. And resignation at how life is. And easy money and whinin' flow. And pretty pictures of sailin' boats. And double dealers who take it back. If he should mud yer daughter throw 'im back. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. To the edge of this-uh world. I'm goin' through a desert across a plain. To the lonely mountain full of cloud and rain. Gonna scream out loud at the risin' sun. Gonna ask for pleasure when my day is done. Yeah baby hear my prayin'. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. I'm gonna drive. To the edge of this-uh world.