Seven Hours Later

Days are getting long now
Open all the windows and leave it all behind me

I've come a long, long way, but I don't know what's worse
This time in the morning or laying here in the evening light

I'll be fine, but it's been all I can take
Seven hours later, I can feel my poor heart break

Well I'm coming over tomorrow to pick up all my things
Just lay 'em out in the front room with one light on for me

I'll be fine, but it's been all I can take
Seven hours later, I can feel my poor heart break

Oh, I'll be leaving

And all you havе weems washed away
You watch as it spins and pulls like a hurricane