Caravan, drive me homenIf only I could know where to beginnYou have been the perfume on my skinnKnock me over Honey, I’m trying to wash you off but the well’s gone drynNow, short whilenYou can drop me off, put me in quarantinenA holiday can make a dead bird shinenSoft like a feathernCaravan, rose CaravannThis Motel’s Room ain’t no good place so longnThe desert heat shall burn after I’m gonenUpon my lips of leathernSweet Lord, take me homenCaravan, Lovely CaravannYou can’t be the “odor” dripping down my spinenI wish you could tell this bloodhound smell ain’t minenThe state of mind you’re in…nThe perfume on my skinn