it s midnight at the depot and i drag my bags in line travelin 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 and i find a seat and we move out past the lights come on driver where s your 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 doggone 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