Beneath the shade the hired hands are talking
Down the highway a lonely woman walking
The prisoner of a dream that she's been stuck in
And I'm waiting for the bus to Tampa Bay

There's a map of Osceola and his Raiders
Fighting off the Everglades Invaders
He burnt them down, he left them for the gators
And there's maybe something better down the road

I've lost no sleep over where I'm leaving
Bit by bit, I slowly stop believing
That it was me and only me I was deceiving
And I'm waiting for the bus to Tampa Bay

It was a love but she never would admit it
It was killing her but she didn't know how to quit it
They say there's good work if you can get it
And I'm waiting for the bus to Tampa Bay
Yeah, I'm waiting for the bus to Tampa Bay