Lyrics

The seven hour trip is worth it This time, no more waiting not on our terms A quarter-century's worth of fear and disappointment Is a money-shot load carried alone, carried alone Go it alone... Pack your bags, you got better things to do Open hand, chop it off - this time no more waiting, this time, no more hands outs - this time, I take on more than I can swallow in one sitting You're calling me out but you're not saying much Run your mouth but I'm not there