Leaving Normal

It's been a long time since I've seen the high plains of Expectation

and I'm way past the lowlands and the deserts of Failure and Doubt

and the last time I passed through Satisfaction

I didn't recognize a single soul there

now I'm leaving Normal and I'm heading for who knows where



"Excuse mister is that seat taken can I put my bag over here

you know, this trip would go a whole lot smoother if you'd take your hand from there

no I'm not from around here and my name's not little darlin"

why's there one in every crowd and why do I attract them

Funny how the smell of a Greyhound bus now smells like a fresh start to me

and how the sound of steelbelts on asphalt is now the sound of breaking free

but I'd trade all those cancelled tickets for a single return fare

to a station with a loved one waiting there



I've finally learned that there's good and bad and that girl can do some choosing

of that I'm glad cause this heart and face won't take any more bruising

and the next time that I fall into another's arms there's one thing of which I'll be certain

that he can bear the weight of the love I give without considering it a burden



It's been a long time since I saw the high plains of Expectation

and I'm way past the lowlands and the desert of Failure and Doubt

and the last time I passed through Satisfaction I felt like a stranger there

now I'm leaving Normal wherever I'm headed, I don't care