On a Greyhound Bus

I met her in the Greyhound station On a rainy New England day From different sides of desperation We were both trying to run away I needed to make a fresh, new start Where my troubled past was still unknown She was dying from a failing heart And from her hospital bed she had flown "I am only nineteen, but won't see twenty And don't want to die in a hospital bed The things I haven't done are equal to plenty And I'd like to live just a little instead" We talked We slept Not a secret was kept We laughed We cried There was nothing to hide Through cities Through towns With corn fields all around Over rivers Over hills Past landscapes with no thrills She said she had never made love with a man But knew that her heart couldn't take it I told her we've made love while crossing this land You don't have to have sex to make it Before we finally reached the west coast She smiled and told me good-bye She said, "This trip, I'll remember the most" And sometime that night she died I got off the bus in the middle of nowhere As they came to take her body away I took with me a lock of her hair And still have it with me today