Greyhound

Oh, we met on a cross country bus
The rest stop lit by your cigarette at dusk
Might have met you on a cross country bus
But ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Oh, we kissed on a cross country bus
Holding on to nothing and no one behind us
Oh, we might have kissed like a blurry dream in the backseat

I’m coming back to you
On a Greyhound to hell
I’m coming back to you
On a Greyhound to hell

I lost my mind on a cross country bus
King of the Road packing it up
I’ve seen it all from the Western skies
To the Holy Ghost watching over New York
Nobody, nowhere to go
You were never there, I was all alonе
Fell in love on a Greyhound bus
Fеll in love, fell in love

I’m coming back to you
On a Greyhound to hell
I’m coming back to you
On a Greyhound to hell