Greyhound

It's midnight at the depot

And I drag my bags in line

Travellin' light, I got to go

But the bus won't be on time

Everybody's looking half alive

Later on the bus arrives

They punch my ticket, I find a seat

And we move out past the lights

Come on driver, where's the heat?

It's cold out in the night

I keep telling to myself that I don't care

Come tomorrow, I'll be there

Take the Greyhound

It's a dog of a way to get around

Take the Greyhound

It's a dog gone easy way to get you down

Tired of watching this night go by

So I look across the aisle

The window's frosted, I can't sleep

But the girl returns my smile

She reminds me of someone I knew back home

So I doze, so it goes

I'm wrinkled on my stool at the rest stop

The waitress being cozy with the highway cop

My coffee's tasting tired, my eyes roll over dead

Got to go outside and get the gas out of my head

Oh, to be in bed, you got me driving

I'm on your Greyhound bus and you're driving

But there's nothing new about Greyhounds

Nothing new about feeling down

Nothing new about putting off

Or putting myself on

Looking to tomorrow is the way the loser hides

I should have realized by now that all my life's a ride

It's time to find some happy times and make myself some friends

I know there ain't no rainbows waiting when this journey ends

Stepping off this dirty bus first time I understood

It's got to be the going not the getting there that's good

That's a thought for keeping if I could

It's got to be the going not the getting there that's good