Ely Joe

My name is Robert Wilson, 

I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin. 

I've been living out of a 

suitcase now for fourteen days... 

I walked the boulevard in Hollywood, 

I caught a Vegas show that was no good -- 

Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play. 

But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound, 

Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. 



Three thousand miles, 

I've been here fourteen days, 

Three thousand miles... 



Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to,

Let's just say I'm old enough to get away. 

Back in school, I found the only written truth 

On bathroom stalls and telephone booths. 

I studied awhile, but college got in my way. 

I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound, 

Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. 



Three thousand miles, 

I've come a long, long way, 

Three thousand miles... 



Have you seen? 

The world outside is turning -- 

And it's yours -- 

we were put here for the learning. 

People talk to themselves on Greyhounds, 

Even the driver strains to hear 

They tell the same forgotten story -- 

Will it fall on forgetful ears?



Down in Houston on comes this woman 

With two kids and a bottle of booze,

And she cracked them both like match heads 

Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse. 

And I sat with a girl from Boston, 

Playing cards for cigarettes. 

I lost her name with the poker game, 

But her face I will never forget --



You never forget the view from these windows, 

Believe me, I've been here fourteen days... 



Three thousand miles, 

I've come a long, long way, 

Three thousand miles...