Greyhound Bus Blues

I woke up this morning, got that feeling, got that call

To empty out my closet, clear them pictures off my wall

A man in the mirror said, "Boy, you look like hell"

So I hopped onto a greyhound and bid that lonesome town farewell

I get to every city, and it's different 'til it's not

I love 'em 'til I hate 'em

When I hate 'em, then I'm gone

I don't need a doctor to try and help me figure out

What it is that keeps me cutting ties and splitting town

I could blame it all on the constellations and the sun

Or how my daddy liked to show me how fast he could run

And I hate it that my momma never fell back in love

There's a long list of things I'm runnin' from

On this Greyhound bus

Spokane down to Portland out to northwest Arkansas

Maybe I should stop following this broken heart

L.A. was lonesome but at least I had a dream

And I followed that fair lady out to Nashville, Tennessee

Maybe I'm not meant to plant my roots and spread my seed

Maybe I'm just a stone rolling down into the sea

Maybe all that's bullshit, and I'm just afraid to say

That I've got some problems that I don't want to face

I could blame it all on the constellations and the sun

Or how my daddy liked to show me how fast he could run

And I hate it that my momma never fell back in love

There's a long list of things I'm runnin' from

On this Greyhound bus now