"Excuse mister is that seat taken can I put my bag over here
You know, this trip would go a whole lot smoother if you'd take your hand from there
No I'm not from around here and my name's not little darlin"
Why's there one in every crowd and why do I attract them
Funny how the smell of a Greyhound bus now smells like a fresh start to me
And how the sound of steelbelts on asphalt is now the sound of breaking free
But I'd trade all those cancelled tickets for a single return fare
To a station with a loved one waiting there
I've finally learned that there's good and bad and that girl can do some choosing
Of that I'm glad cause this heart and face won't take any more bruising
And the next time that I fall into another's arms there's one thing of which I'll be certain
That he can bear the weight of the love I give without considering it a burden
It's been a long time since I saw the high plains of Expectation
And I'm way past the lowlands and the desert of Failure and Doubt
And the last time I passed through Satisfaction I felt like a stranger there
Now I'm leaving Normal wherever I'm headed, I don't care