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Had to leave in a hurry, couldn't wait to get away

It's not a case of being sorry, it's the price I have to pay

Confidentially I think it's sad, but there's nothing I can do

If the road leads to the highway, well I'm hot and I've got to move

Ah-ha I've got to move

Got to change my arrangements, had the word I'm on my way

Couldn't stand it much longer, got the move, I'm on my way

I didn't mean to let you down but there's nothing I can do

If the road leads to the highway, well I'm hot and I've got to move

I'm hot and I've got to move

Talk of strain in relations, of the days of being confused

You told me never to worry, I'll never ask you to choose

Categorically I have to say it's as much as I can do

To sit around here waiting, when I'm hot and I've got to move

Oh, sometimes it's lonely - but it's the only way I know

And the road is leading me on

Ooh baby, I've got to move, yes

Oh, now baby baby, I've got to leave

And when I think back I smile and know that win or lose

It's the road that's calling me on

Ooh, baby baby I've got to move, yes

Ooh, baby baby I've got to move, yeah

There's a man in a suitcase, standing in a darkened room

Message light is burning, and the blinds are always drawn

It's been a while since the last time, never should come back too soon

Behind, the door is slamming, when he's hot he's got to move

When he's hot he's got to move