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 drawa 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