paroles de chanson 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
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.
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