(ian hunter)      No wheels to ride   No wheels to travel   No tracks to take on down   The road I walk is getting 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 cant 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   I can't get enough of your love   (baby)   (whoa)   (hey)   So I'll go on making 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)