Greyhound — текст песни (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
I find a seat
And we move out past the lights.
Come on Driver, where`s the 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.

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.