Walkin' to the Greyhound
Walkin' to the Greyhound suitcase in my hand
things are never gonna be the same
one day maybe hindsight will help me understand
why the world revolves around this game
was it me was it her will I ever know for sure
will her voice echo faintly in the wind
will I learn from the past will my education last
'till the sun sets and takes another dream
Walkin' to the Greyhound pebble in my shoe
chasin' down a memory again
somewhere in the distance mysteries and clues
beckon like an old familiar friend
shut my eyes to the view of the desert painted blue
'neath the moon and a blanket made of stars
feel the dew on my face with the dawn I'm in the race
'round the bend there's a new parade of cars
Walkin' to the Greyhound thumb into the wind
searchin' for that traveler who knows
how the rusty polecat can shed his tattered skin
and make arrivals smellin' like a rose
copyright 2000 Tim Hall
