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 have weems washed away

You watch as it spins and pulls like a hurricane