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