(Verse 1) Sometimes late in the evening When the day's finally done My mind drifts back to a Greyhound And a summer in the sun Fourteen years old with a ticket And more courage than sense Looking for Arizona Not knowing what I'd find instead I thought the trip was westbound I thought the journey had a place But life was waiting in the people Not the miles I had to chase (Chorus) Greyhound Summer Nineteen seventy-nine A thousand miles of highway Still riding through my mind The faces all have faded But the memories remain And every time I tell those stories I'm fourteen once again (Verse 2) Back of the bus in St. Louis With a kid headed home A little girl teaching sign language With her mother riding along A note on a piece of paper That somehow changed my world And miles later on the ride home A conversation with a girl Border Patrol in Albuquerque A burger almost costing me my ride Funny what survives the years And what gets left behind (Chorus) Greyhound Summer Nineteen seventy-nine A thousand miles of highway Still riding through my mind The faces all have faded But the memories remain And every time I tell those stories I'm fourteen once again (Bridge) The bus stations are different now Some are gone completely The roads are faster The world is smaller Or maybe that's just me But I can still see Arizona Through a Greyhound window pane Still see that kid from Ohio Watching the world change (Verse 3) I finally made it home again Back where the journey began But something stayed out on that highway And never came back in Maybe it was childhood Maybe it was certainty Maybe it was the first time I understood how big life could be (Final Chorus) Greyhound Summer Nineteen seventy-nine A thousand miles of highway Still riding through my mind The people came and went Like towns along the road But every one of them Helped carry part of the load Greyhound Summer Nineteen seventy-nine The bus arrived in Ohio But part of me never did (Outro) Somewhere out there On a long stretch of highway A fourteen-year-old kid Is still staring out a Greyhound window Headed west For the very first time
