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It was one am when this bus left the station
It sure has been a long time headed west
For my life just couldnât stand more complication
I had to do what I knew was best
And a morning on a greyhound isnât pretty
The sunrise cuts into the dreams of night
Long shadows make the shape of some city
The bus keeps rumbling till itâs out of sight
Through the window of this bus I see the prairies
Through the window of this bus I see the early morning dew
But itâs when I close my eyes that I see clearly
Through the window of my mind I see you
(ooooo)
Itâs 9 am when we pull into ___
Stiffly climb out down onto the ground
I hail a cab, the last part of this travel
Not sure if Iâm lost or I am found
Through the window of this cab I see the mountains
Through the window of this cab I see the early morning dew
But itâs when I close my eyes that I see clearly
Through the window of my mind I see you
(ooooo)
And the cabbie pulls up slowly like I told him
I look up and I see you and I cry
Youâre curled up on the porch, two cups of coffee
And a smile that looks about a mile wide
Through the window of my mind I see the prairies
Through the window of my mind I see the early morning dew
Cuz itâs when I close my eyes that I see clearly
Through the window of my mind I see you
Through the window of my mind I see you
(ooooo)