Texty: Sara Evans. Four-Thirty.

It's been so long, I should be used to this by now
Loneliness that keeps coming back around
The moon on my window casts a different light
On all these memories that keep me up tonight

Hey, I know just what I need that's you and in a hurry
If I got on the road right now I'd see you at four thirty, hey I

Think I have about sixty miles of gasoline left in my car
There's an all night truck stop yeah, I bet I could get that far
I can close my eyes and smell coffee in the air
I'll fill my cup, if you'll wait up I'll soon be there

Hey, I'm letting go so baby don't you worry
Wheels on ground I won't slow down I'll see you at four thirty
Hey, I, yeah, hey I

I won't allow my mind, talk me out of this
Past every exit sign 'cause that's the way it is

Hey, I'm letting go so baby don't you worry
Wheels on ground I won't slow down I'll see you, yeah
Hey, I know just what I need that's you and in a hurry
Oh, wheels on ground, I won't slow down I'll see you at four thirty