Mott the Hoople Follow

No wheels to ride, no wheels to travel
No tracks to take on down
The road I walk is gettin' heavy
But I must still go on

And in the night, I hear the calling
As the train goes by
Then all I hear is my footsteps falling
Upon the tears I cry, yeah

If I could find a better way to get to you
You know that I would
No money lines my pockets now
But by the spring, you know that it should

Well, I just can't wait
To catch that Greyhound bus
That will take me back
Right to your side

Oh, oh
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
I can't get enough of your love

So I'll go on makin' time
'Til I can see a way
Maybe tomorrow I'll find a future
Baby all I can say

If I can find a better way to get to you
You know that I will
Nobody rides my pockets now
But by the spring you know
Yes, you know that they will

And someday soon, I'll see you there
Waiting at the station just for me

Oh, I just can't wait
I just can't wait
I just can't wait
For you to get back home
Oh please