Greyhound Lyrics

Pollen falling down like cotton swabs

On the hissing of the summer lawns

Mull it over and you swallow hard

8:30 and the sun's still long

And I guess that song was right after all

Cold showers for the last two weeks

At night do you think of me

Got drunk at the corner bar

Where we rode in your grandpa's car

And I guess that song was right after all

And I guess that song was right after all

I was singing something I couldn't see

You love the one about the Greyhound bus

And the one about the Spanish steps

I thought the Blue ones were all made up

Haven't found a wrong one yet

And I guess that song was right after all

And I guess that song was right after all