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...