GETAWAY

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

Til you were out of breath

In the late day sun

Until your 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 seemed 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