My name is Robert Wilson, I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin. I've been living out of a suitcase now for fourteen days... I walked the boulevard in Hollywood, I caught a Vegas show that was no good -- Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play. But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. Three thousand miles, I've been here fourteen days, Three thousand miles...
Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to, Let's just say I'm old enough to get away. Back in school, I found the only written truth On bathroom stalls and telephone booths. I studied awhile, but college got in my way. I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles...
Have you seen? The world outside is turning -- And it's yours -- we were put here for the learning. People talk to themselves on Greyhounds, Even the driver strains to hear They tell the same forgotten story -- Will it fall on forgetful ears?
Down in Houston on comes this woman With two kids and a bottle of booze, And she cracked them both like match heads Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse. And I sat with a girl from Boston, Playing cards for cigarettes. I lost her name with the poker game, But her name I will never forget --
You never forget the view from these windows, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days...
Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
