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 face 
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...