Four Hours Out

4 hours out, but I can't go back there
To A-Frames and quick build strip malls
And those paneled walls
Will become a distillery again under everybody's focus

13 cities 7 years
Always uncertain, still unclear
It's a never ending haul of movement
Where nothing appeared right to me
It was barely in focus at all

4hrs out
Maybe my hair and blood will be against the windshield
But I don't think I could get there either
And the people there will be the same
Knowing I couldn't make it alone
That I couldn't make it away
A-frames will rise and the bricks will fall
But it'll be the same
Because I'm always the same

13 cities 7 years
Always uncertain, still unclear
A never-ending haul of movement
Where nothing appeared except
13 cities in 7 years