Stephen Chapin - Greyhound lyrics

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 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 doggone 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