Back on the bus I find a window seat and I pray that no one sits beside me.
The big wheels turning, the motor roaring, the lights dim.
Back of the bus and you can find me drinking from a bottle of rye
in the passenger bathroom and I pray that no one finds me.
Back at the Greyhound station I make a beeline for the washroom.
Stand in the stall to roll a joint and I pray that no one finds me.
I take a walk around the block and think that I should talking to myself.
To prove that I'm crazier than everyone else?
I can't face all the faces. All the people I meet are creeps.
I know it's my job but I feel odd.
Here at the venue I play a song for you and I pray that someone gets what
I do. The girl with the green eyes has a pretty smile too bad I'll never
know her name. I'm too nervous and weird with everything to prove.
You'd like me if I had the guts. I could sell a million records if I had
the guts.
But I don't and that is why I'm just me.
I wonder if anybody out there is as lonely as me.
I pray that someone finds me.
I can't face all the face. All the people I meet are creeps.
I know it's my job but I feel odd.
I can't face all the faces. All the people I meet are crowds.
I know it's my job but I feel odd.

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