My name is Robert Wilson
I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin
I've been living out of a
suitcase now for fourteen days
I walked the boulevard in Hollywood
I caught a Vegas show that was no good
Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play
But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound
Believe me, I've been here fourteen days
Three thousand miles
I've been here fourteen days
Three thousand miles

Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to
Let's just say I'm old enough to get away
Back in school, I found the only written truth
On bathroom stalls and telephone booths
I studied awhile, but college got in my way
I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound
Believe me, I've been here fourteen days

Three thousand miles
I've come a long, long way
Three thousand miles

Have you seen?
The world outside is turning
And it's yours
we were put here for the learning
People talk to themselves on Greyhounds
Even the driver strains to hear
They tell the same forgotten story
Will it fall on forgetful ears?

Down in Houston on comes this woman
With two kids and a bottle of booze
And she cracked them both like match heads
Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse
And I sat with a girl from Boston
Playing cards for cigarettes
I lost her name with the poker game
But her name I will never forget

You never forget the view from these windows
Believe me, I've been here fourteen days

Three thousand miles
I've come a long, long way
Three thousand miles

Copyright: ELLIS PAUL PUBLISHING
Writer(s): ELLIS PAUL