Bus Station - Tom Russell, Nanci Griffith

Bus station, at sun-up, lookin' for a new, place to go

He sips his coffee, and he pulls his ring

And thinks of how she looked years ago

And she curls up, with a blanket, in a yellow, plastic seat

He touches her, and she looks out the window

At an empty morning street

Well, he musta had a screw loose, in his head

To end up like this after all he said

He lies to her, she kisses him, gettin' tired of love

Bus station, at sun-up, she reads the ticket, in her hand

It’s a different name, for the same old town, and this ain’t the life

That they had planned

And so he tries to tell her, it won’t be like the, times before

It’s a different town, and a brand new start, and he’s gonna work a whole lot

more

Bus station, at sun-up, another hour, left to blow

He touches her, but she’d like to leave

And there’s no PLACE left to go

Well, she musta had a screw loose, in her head

How could she believe all the things he said

She lies to him, he kisses her, gettin' tired of love

Gettin' tired of love, gettin' tired of love