Got some money in my pocket, got my ticket in my hand
Ain't got time to talk, ain't got time to explain
Ain't gonna ride a Greyhound or a midnight train
I'm goin' by jet propulsion to the promise land
Gonna run down through the terminal, jump over the chain
And make love to my baby in baggage claim

She called me up this mornin', said she needed to see me bad
She was Jonesin' real hard for the love she knew I had
Said she woke up sweatin'