Great song from Roger Alan Wade's more seriously toned 3rd album "Deguello Motel". Slap a capo onto the ol' first fret for this tune! :) Into: Fell asleep on a Greyhound Woke up three-hundred miles from home With the north wind dancin' like Gene Kelly The sky lookin' like rusted chrome Bus wheels winding like a hard-luck gambler On and on and on Looks like here I go again Flat broke at the break of dawn I leaned across the aisle and asked an older man "Sir could you tell me the time of day" He just smiled and said "Son I'm five minutes fast I got twenty minutes till eight" I just closed my eyes and pictured you Probably just now wakin' up I opened my eyes and for thirty-five years I just stared down into a whiskey cup I could almost hear the sound of one hand clappin' I could almost see the shadow of the wind Old memories make a lonely boy go crazy And it looks like here I go again Break: Talked to a girl sittin' next to me Said I's goin' down to Tennessee Told her I was a poet She said she'd never heard of me The memories like some stoned old soldier Stumbled through my mind Made me wonder if where I was bound Was worth all I left behind I could almost hear the sound of one hand clappin' I could almost see the shadow of the wind Old memories make a lonely boy go crazy And it looks like here I go again And silence is the sound of one hand clappin' Illusions are the shadow of the wind Memories are just a lonely boy gone crazy And it looks like here I go again And it looks like I'm headin' that way again