Song Description

Greyhound Bound is a road song about taking the long way home, not to escape, but to remember why you're going back. Set against early-morning highways, borrowed cities, and familiar miles, it captures the quiet poetry of travel: coffee in hand, memories riding shotgun, and family waiting at the end of the line. It's reflective, warm, and unhurried; a reminder that sometimes the journey carries more than just the traveler.

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Early morning light slipping over the glass,
One last look back as the town rolls past,
Ticket in my pocket, coffee in my hand,
Greyhound humming like it knows the plan.

(Chorus 1)
Rollin' on the highway, taking my time,
Chasing down the memories, tangled in my mind.
Riding with the stories, and a heart full of love,
Traveling this road, with the stars above.

(Verse 2)
Fields open wide where the daylight bends,
Counting the miles 'til I see them again,
From borrowed cities to familiar trees,
This bus carries more than just me.

(Chorus 2)
Rollin' on the highway, taking my time,
Thinking about the faces I'm about to find.
Riding with the stories, and a heart full of love,
Traveling this road, with the stars above.

(Verse 3)
Laughter waiting just beyond the door,
Every mile means a little more,
Route 66 like an old friend's call,
Every bump in the road reminds me why I'm homebound.

(Chorus 3)
Rollin' on the highway, taking my time,
Every mile behind me feels like a sign.
Riding with the stories, and a heart full of love,
Traveling this road, with the stars above.

(Outro)
So here's to the journey, wherever it bends,
The long way home, the means and the ends,
With my family waiting, that's where I belong,
On this winding road, we keep moving strong.