Greyhound

Greyhound - Harry Chapin

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 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

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

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 dog gone 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 to be in bed

Got me driving

You got me driving

I'm on Miss 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

Oh 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 some happy times and make myself some friends

When you know

There ain't no rainbows waiting when this journey ends

Oh

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