Текст песни Bus With No Destination - Doug Macleod

Ribbon of highway, stretching through a southern night
I′m thinking 'bout a woman that I never ever did treat right
Virginia pines reach up to the cold night sky
I hang my head let a tear drop fall from my eye

I′m ridin' this bus with no destination
Knifing through the frosty night air
Is this the feelin' a woman gets
When she knows her man don′t care?

Carol was a pretty girl, she′s blessed with a simple mind
She spoke in hushed tones and she smiled on a future time
I wanted freedom, she just wanted us
A fool rides alone in the night on a Greyhound bus

I'm ridin′ this bus with no destination
Knifing through the frosty night air
Is this the feelin' a woman gets
When she knows her man don′t care?

I'm ridin′ this bus with no destination
Knifing through the frosty night air
Is this the feelin' a woman gets
When she knows her man don't care?

Night time, reading lights
People all alone in their mind
Looking out the window, seeing themselves
But they thinking on another time

Old man, a broken heart
Stares at a picture of his son
I got my bourbon, I′m riding this dog
But I don′t think my sleep's gonna′ come

I'm ridin′ this bus with no destination
Knifing through the frosty night air
Is this the feelin' a woman gets
When she knows her man don′t care?