Before the Leaving

There are four white walls in every damn hotel

A light by the bed, stains on the floor

And it's here I will wait out the storm

Killing time on the fringes again

Before the leaving, before the leaving

There are big trucks that wind and I'd trade them for ours

Side by side, we pass through towns we'll never see

And it's here I will wait out the storm

Killing time on the fringes again

Before the leaving, before the leaving

There are red velvet seats in the windowless rooms

A curtain to draw, and faces to please

And it's here I will wait out the storm

Killing time on the fringes again

Before the leaving, before the leaving

Tarmac the freight, fortress the fate

Scarlet red leaves, the cobblestone streets

The city, the field, the channel, the cape

The smell of cold smoke tunnels through slate

It's all brought us back

Now there's wood that you stacked

And it's on our front porch

And it's staring me down

And it tells me you left...