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...