Making Tracks

Baby, baby, baby
When are you next coming to town?
Baby, baby, baby
Ain't been much going down

I don't mean to cause, to cause no alarm
I'm just here fooling around
Got my guitar in my arms
And I'm picking myself up off the ground
Up off the ground

[Chorus]
All I've ever wanted to do
Is walk down the street with you
All I've ever wanted to be
Is everything you mean to me

[Chorus 2]
All I've ever wanted to do
Is walk you down my avenue
And all I've ever wanted to be
Is everything you are to me

Baby, baby
When are you next coming to town?
Baby, baby
Ain't been much going down

I don't need to cause, to cause no alarm
I'm just fooling around
Got my guitar in my arms
And I'm picking myself up off the ground
Up off the ground

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2]

So pick me up off the ground
Then you'll see us out and around
Making tracks out of here
Just the kind that you wanna hear

Making tracks out of here
Just the kind that you wanna hear
Making tracks out of here
Just the kind that you wanna hear