Richmond Fontaine - Four Hours Out lyrics

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