Two hours north of the nation's capital
I took a break from what would be my final days
In a prison of my own making to see a fiend who had said
"Hey come on over," a favorite band
And an ex-lover's ex-lover
And ryan said that he liked my company
So i didn't leave that night
And stuck around for his birthday
We rode out to the tops of the oil cans
To a pool in the woods and i jumped in
Perpetually lost and so
I made my way across the zip codes
Sold tapes to the smaller distros
Learned cliches of the drifter's ethos
Learned addiction to new faces
The pros and cons of being place-less
And my friends seemed stuck
But i didn't know what to say
So i addressed the chorus
And asked each voice individually
They all said "i'm doing this for my parents
I wish i had other choices
It's not really what i want
But i can't stand to be a disapointment."
And i wanted to say how at the end of the day
You're just accountable to your memories
And if you can't lament what might have been
You'll never be a disapointment
But i couldn't find the words somehow
Wrote down the names of the college towns
And waved out the window
As the dots on the map passed by
And ryan said that he liked my company
And though i know i never told him
Well it really meant a lot to me
And i said i'd make a point to always stop on by
And i know that i don't, but i think about it every time
That the greyhound glides passed philadelphia
And then the greyhound cries for philadelphia