Greyhound

It's midnight at the depot

And I drag my bags in line

Travelin' 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

And I find a seat

And we move out past the lights

Come on, driver

Where's your heat?

It's cold out in the night

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 doggone easy way to get you down

I'm 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

When you take the Greyhound

It's a dog of a way to get around

Take the Greyhound

It's a doggone easy way to get you down

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, be in bed

You got me driving

You got me driving

I'm on this Greyhound bus

And you're driving

But there's nothing new about Greyhounds

And there's nothing new about feeling down

And there's nothing new about putting off

Or putting myself on

Whoa, Greyhound

Looking to tomorrow

That's the way the loser hides

I should have realized by now

That all my life's a ride

It's time to find the happy time

And make myself a friend

Well, you know there ain't no rainbows waiting

When this journey ends

Whoa

Stepping off of this dirty bus

First time I've understood

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