Greyhound Bus (S.Ungerleider) I'm bound for the Greyhound Bus I've got noone left to trust Kiss my ass, eat my dust I've got dreams I've gotta dream So long to the whipping post Hello to the golden coast Hang my heart on a hitching post Where they got clean air to breathe When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl But she stills haunt my dream In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled I wonder if she's just like me Twenty years on the line Sweating tears just to make a dime Punch the clock, it's quitting time There's so much I've got to see Maybe I will find my girl My heart will be my messenger It's wings are town, but man it's pure And it beats inside of me When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl But she stills haunt my dream In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled I wonder if she's just like me Maybe I will find my girl My heart will be my messenger It's wings are town, but man it's pure And it beats inside of me