in my hurry i can ever seem to get nowhere when i out close my eyes and im halfway there all i carry is this remedy to you again so im sending out this signal that im traveling to as fast as i can to the station gate among the sundays just to make it through another window in this terminal wait there is no easy easy to pay these dues sing for this transcendental meditation blues i dont worry the man beside me has got on his face i know im weary now i know that these old greyhound buses seem better days then this dixie highway run old in this trisco shoes another short and the same old song there aint no better way to send the news so i sing this transcendental meditation blues when im broke down are you waiting are you waiting with the horse like do you wonder will i always do speed to the river is wide and the valley low miles to go and mountains to bended life for my only one through the grand post and the broken heaven news for this transcendental meditation blues