It was 1 am when this bus left the station
It sure has been a long time headed west
But my life just couldn't stand more complication
I had to do what I knew was best
And the morning on a Greyhound isn't pretty
The sunrise cuts into the dreams of night
Long shadows make a stage set of some city
The bus keeps rumbling till it's 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 it's when I close my eyes that I see clearly
Through the window of my mind I see you
It's 9 am when we pull into Camborne
I stiffly climb out down onto the ground
I hail a cab, the last part of this travel
Not sure if I'm 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 it's when I close my eyes that I see clearly
Through the window of my mind I see you
And the cabbie pulls up slowly like I told him
I look up and I see you and I cry
You're 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
'Cause it's 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