getaway

The shatter of the bottles
Would scare me somethin awful as a kid
My fear how it would harden
And find a home in places that I hid
Id tear it down and run away
But 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 now
The rattled of chains still rattles loud

In all those years of movin
I was slowly losin all my names
No matter what Id ruin
It couldnt hold a candle to the pain
My tears are real, and all my own,
Pourin down there all alone

The soft roll of the water
Reminds me of my fathers parting words
'Son, now dont you bother
looking for your place out in the world
The tide will roll through the waves
Son, youll find your getaway'