3,000 Miles

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...