Getaway

Getaway - The Milk Carton Kids

The shatter 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'd tear 'em down and run away

But never found my getaway

Outside Tuscaloosa

The time you thought

You'd turned it all around

Remember how you used to think

You could salvage anything me found

You knew it then you know it now

A rattled chain still rattles loud

In all those years of moving

I was slowly losing all my names

No matter what I'd ruin

It couldn't hold a candle to the pain

My tears are real and all my own

Pouring down there 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 tide will roll through the waves

Son you'll find your getaway