Getaway

The shadow of the bottles
Would scare me something awful as a kid
My fear how it would harden
And find a home in places that I hid

I tear 'em down
And run away
I never found
My getaway

Outside Tuscaloosa
The time you thought you turned it all around
Remember how you used to think
You could salvage anything you found

You knew it then
You know it know
The rattle chains
Still rattles loud

And all those years of moving
I was slowly losing all my name
No matter what I'd ruin
It couldn't hold a candle to the pain (mmm)

My tears are real
And all my own
Pouring down
They're all alone

The soft roll of the water
Reminds me of my father's parting words
"Son, now don't you bother
Looking for your place out in the world"

The tidal rolls
Through the waves
Son you'll find
Your getaway