Transcendental Meditation Blues

In my hurry I can't ever seem to get nowhere When I play it out Close my eyes and I am halfway there All I carry Is this remedy to see you again So I'm sending out This signal that I'm traveling to you as fast as I can To the crowded station gate A month of Sundays just to make it through Another window in this terminal wait There ain't no easy way to pay these dues Save for these transcendental meditation blues I don't worry The old black man beside me's got a smile on his face And though I'm weary now I know that this old greyhound bus has seen better days Damn, this Dixie highway run Old dead dog in this trisco shoes A dollar short and the same old song There ain't no better way to send the news So, I sing these transcendental meditation blues When I'm broke down, are you waiting? Are you waiting with the porch light on? Do you wonder, will I always just be too long gone? The river's wide and the valley low Miles to go and mountains to move Bended life for my only one Through the brambles and the broken avenues For these transcendental meditation blues