Interpret:

Robert Plant

Album:

Pictures at Eleven

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