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 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 rattle of chains
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
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