Greyhound

I wish they would've let you on that Greyhound bus
I wish the driver didn't think that you were drunk
And I wish you would've came all the way from California
To leave that message on my wall
And I wish you would've bought that can of spray paint
I like to try and guess what color you would have picked
And I wish you would've left that message big and bold on my wall
Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish
And I wish that when I came home that September
With my mind a mess and my tail between my legs
That my headlights would have lit up that message that you left me
And I would have turned the car around and drove away
I would drive all the way back to California
And meet you in that place we'd planned to meet
And I would not complain and I wouldn't ask you to explain
'Cause I would know that you were looking out for me
And I think about how different things might be
If you would've been able to leave that message for me
Would you have saved me from my sorrow?
'Cause you had saved me from myself
Could I have saved you from your misery?
Could I have been of help?
Would we be in California, or would we be somewhere else?
But we'll never know
No, we'll never know, because
They wouldn't let you on that fucking Greyhound bus
You never made it to Indiana
'Cause they wouldn't let you on
You never got a chance to write those words
Alas Babylon