He’s been searching a long time
For a place where he can feel at home
He’s always so tired and alone
All his life he’s been a rolling stone
Maybe it’s too late to change
But he’s gonna take a chance
He might wind up in New York City
Or on an old Mexican Ranch
Cuz he’s four hours to somewhere
Even if it’s the middle of nowhere
He’s gotta keep on moving
He’s gotta find his place
Life keeps getting shorter
Nobody wins this race
He’s four hours to somewhere
Draw a card or roll the dice
He’s not convinced it matters anymore
And now he’s sleeping on the floor
Can’t seem to find what he’s looking for
He feels so lost in this world
His godspeed has been waylaid
Like a cowboy with a broken heart
Still he keeps driving into the rain
Cuz he’s four hours to somewhere
Even if it’s the middle of nowhere
He’s gotta keep on moving
He’s gotta find his place
Life keeps getting shorter
Nobody wins this race
He’s four hours to somewhere
He looks around for some solace
And he cries a prayer to Jesus
All he ever wanted is a place to belong
They say all you gotta do is believe it
He’s four hours to somewhere
Even if it’s the middle of nowhere
He’s gotta keep on moving
He’s gotta find his place
Life keeps getting shorter
Nobody wins this race
He’s four hours to somewhere
He’s four hours to somewhere
Even if it’s he middle of nowhere
Lyrics Copyright 2024 by Dan Steven Erickson
