I took a greyhound bus to Syracuse NY to meet Jenn

I took a greyhound bus to Syracuse NY to meet Jenn

I took a greyhound bus to Syracuse NY to meet Jenna and I hope to be a 6 ft nothing

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[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar strum, faint harmonica hum] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – soft fingerpicked guitar, quiet shaker] Greyhound wheels roll through the rusted towns Coffee cup warm, but my hands still drown In the thought of the face I ain't seen in years Syracuse skyline, wiping away my fears [Verse 2 – added bass line, subtle snare tap] Ticket crumpled in my pocket, ink gone faint Counting the miles till the station gate I'm just a ghost in a coat that's too thin Hoping she'll see me, even if I'm 6 ft nothing [Pre-Chorus – rising harmonica melody, building guitar strums] Every stop feels like a wasted breath Every cloud hides a possible death To the courage I lost when I left last time Praying this trip ain't just a wasted rhyme [Chorus – full acoustic band, warm harmonies] Greyhound to Syracuse, chasing a name 6 ft nothing, but I'm burning with flame Jenna's smile is the light at the end Hoping this time, I won't have to pretend [Interlude – harmonica solo, soft guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 3 – stripped back guitar, intimate vocals] Snow flurries kiss the window, cold to the bone I trace the cracks in the seat I've outgrown I practiced the words till my throat went raw Afraid she'll look at me and see nothing at all [Pre-Chorus – layered harmonies, steady drum beat] Every mile feels like a step too slow Every minute feels like a year I don't know If she'll still laugh at my terrible jokes Or if I'll just be the ghost she finally woke [Chorus – amplified band, soaring harmonies] Greyhound to Syracuse, chasing a dream 6 ft nothing, but I'm still me Jenna's hand is the anchor I need Hoping this time, I'll finally succeed [Bridge – quiet piano, whispered vocals] I don't need to be tall, don't need to be grand Just need to be the one she can understand A broken soul with a heart that still beats Hoping she'll let me back on her street [Final Chorus – full band, maximum warmth and emotion] Greyhound to Syracuse, home at last 6 ft nothing, but my future's cast Jenna's hug is the cure for my pain Finally found where I belong again [Outro – fading guitar, final harmonica note] Greyhound wheels slow to a stop Finally found the love I forgot