Greyhound Harry Chapin

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