I’m standing here outside of Nashville,
Just waiting on the bus,
And as the rain falls on my shoulders,
I start to think about us.
You asked me why I ever hurt you,
But I don’t really know,
And now the bus pulls into the station.
Looks like it’s time to go.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen you smiling,
But I recall your face,
And all the time you said you’d love me
Any time, any place.
Right now I could use some loving
And somebody to hold,
Because as I keep riding down this highway,
The nights keep getting cold.
I guess it’s time that I start thinking
Of maybe going home,
‘Cause I’ve been travelling many months now,
And I’m too tired to roam.
I guess she probably won’t remember
The love we used to share,
Because it’s very hard to love somebody
When they’re not even there.
May 31, 1981
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