Greyhound Bus
(S.Ungerleider)
I'm bound for the Greyhound Bus
I've got noone left to trust
Kiss my ass, eat my dust
I've got dreams I've gotta dream
So long to the whipping post
Hello to the golden coast
Hang my heart on a hitching post
Where they got clean air to breathe
When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl
But she stills haunt my dream
In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled
I wonder if she's just like me
Twenty years on the line
Sweating tears just to make a dime
Punch the clock, it's quitting time
There's so much I've got to see
Maybe I will find my girl
My heart will be my messenger
It's wings are town, but man it's pure
And it beats inside of me
When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl
But she stills haunt my dream
In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled
I wonder if she's just like me
Maybe I will find my girl
My heart will be my messenger
It's wings are town, but man it's pure
And it beats inside of me
