Greyhound
Words and Music by Harry Chapin

It's midnight at the depot 
And I drag my bags in line
Trav'ling 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 here tonight
Keep telling to myself that I don't care
Come tomorrow, I'll be there

Take the Greyhond
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 Greyhond
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 rool over dead
Got to go outside 
And get the gas out of my head
Oh, to be in bed...

Got me driving
You've got me driving
I'm on this Greyhound bus
And you're driving

But there's nothing new about Greyhound
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 a happy time and make myself a friend
Well you know there ain't no rainbows waiting 
When this journey ends, Oh...

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 gettin' there that's good...