There I was at the bus stop beggin' you just to stay
Can we work this out, baby we can work this out
A dust trail from a Greyhound headed for the West Coast
As I watch you leave, it's gettin' hard to breathe
No this ain't how it was suppose to be
While you're out chasin' all your dreams
Tell me where does that leave me
[Chorus]
What about the plans that you left behind
The little white house by the railway line
The one we picked out
We even put the payment down
wrong
wonders
wonder
where
watch
railway
breathe
could
payment
lately
guess
heard
greyhound
dying
leave
momma
dreams
little
coast
headed
behind
asked
strong
house
tuesday
about
chorus
picked
cross
loved
crying
never
plans
suppose
preacher
white
tonight
repeat
promise
smile
talked
round
sleep
deeper
trail
small
stopped
there
people
things
while
three
tried
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