It's midnight at the depot   And I drag my bags in line   Travellin' 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, I find a seat   And we move out past the lights   Come on driver, where's the 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 dog gone 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