Getaway

(albüm: You Gotta Go There To Come Back - 2003)

Remember when we were angels
Before we stole cars
And when sex and drugs
Lived up in another world
Not a care in the world

Hide and seek, kissing and running
Till you were out of breath
In the late night day sun
Until you mamma called you home
And you didn't wanna go

Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away
Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away

Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians
Hanging round the corner
Of the street you lived
How come it felt so far away
Just a stone throw away

Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with
And money from your old man
Would burn a hole in your pocket all day
Not a single debt to pay

Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away
Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away

Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away
Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away

Fly high
Be my getaway
Gotta get away