In an hour I'll be in Indiana And you won't have to look at me no more And I won't have to think about the beating I'll be far enough away from New York In an hour I'll let it sink in deeper I'm going back the way I came There used to be a beauty in the leaving But I'm too old now to feel that way You were on my mind through Pennsylvania And I got feeling hemmed in by the trees And other things that never will contain you: Sheets of paper, sheets of cotton, and memories I used to think that there'd be time For us somewhere down the line In an hour I'll be in Indiana And you won't ever see my face again Cause nothing in the cards has got the answer I'm laying down my losing hand I used to think that there'd be time For us somewhere down the line