Lyrics

Cream colored walls, rows of blue chairs
Down and out people paying their fare
Security guard squatty and fat
Wields a broom to swat at the bats
An old drunken man is sitting by me
Talking about how it's futile to dream
Then he drifts to the night to wash out his mouth with a beer.

Can't get to sleep on a Greyhound bus
The dusk turns to dawn and the dawn turns to dusk
The dawn turns to dusk and the dusk turns to dawn
And it blends like a Renoir painting
You don't want to have to go home again.

Just spent a month with a high school friend
Smog in the palm trees, out after ten
Boarding the bus with the desert ahead
Loneliness creeps as darkness sets in
Longing for someone, more than a friend
Dream by the window of holding her hand
Laughing and sweating, wondering how it would be

Can't get to sleep on a Greyhound bus
The dusk turns to dawn and the dawn turns to dusk
The dawn turns to dusk and the dusk turns to dawn
And it blends like a Renoir painting
You don't want to have to go home again.

Can't get to sleep on a Greyhound bus
The dusk turns to dawn and the dawn turns to dusk
The dawn turns to dusk and the dusk turns to dawn...