I woke up this morning, got that feeling, got that call
To empty out my closet, clear them pictures off my wall
A man in the mirror said, "Boy, you look like hell"
So I hopped onto a greyhound and bid that lonesome town farewell
I get to every city, and it's different 'til it's not
I love 'em 'til I hate 'em
When I hate 'em, then I'm gone
I don't need a doctor to try and help me figure out
What it is that keeps me cutting ties and splitting town
I could blame it all on the constellations and the sun
Or how my daddy liked to show me how fast he could run
And I hate it that my momma never fell back in love
There's a long list of things I'm runnin' from
On this Greyhound bus
Spokane down to Portland out to northwest Arkansas
Maybe I should stop following this broken heart
L.A. was lonesome but at least I had a dream
And I followed that fair lady out to Nashville, Tennessee
Maybe I'm not meant to plant my roots and spread my seed
Maybe I'm just a stone rolling down into the sea
Maybe all that's bullshit, and I'm just afraid to say
That I've got some problems that I don't want to face
I could blame it all on the constellations and the sun
Or how my daddy liked to show me how fast he could run
And I hate it that my momma never fell back in love
There's a long list of things I'm runnin' from
On this Greyhound bus now
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