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...