Once upon a time there was a certain romance about riding through the night on a Greyhound bus. I like the way Carl Perkins captured that feeling in his 1969 recording “Restless”:
Well I walked up to the window and said gimme a ticket please; she said where to mister, I said that’s all right with me. I’m just restless, I need to get on out of town. Take me where the livin’s easy, baby that’s where I’ll be found.
Honey tell that driver to put his big foot on the gas; run this old grey dog just as long as it might last. Cause I’m just restless, I got to get on out of town. Take me where the livin’s easy, baby that’s where I’ll be found.