paroles de chanson Get to Leave - Howe Gelb

Make sure your baby's well tucked in a blanket in the basket
Of a back seat of a wagon that don't run on air
If you can't afford the fuel, pray you get the passion
To keep the spirit rollin' and get on out of here

Get to leave (leave)
Get a leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
With rumors of a better world, once you get to leave

A nickels' worth of comfort and a thimble full of luck
May you make out with a buck, more than you'll ever need
On this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort
Rumor's of a better world, once we get to leave

Get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
Rumor's of a better world, once we get to leave

Shadowin' the season of change
The big winds blow in and they rearrange
Tendin' the garden of change
Weeds come in and they... rearrange

Maybe it's the angle of the sun when it's such a twisted light
Or the impossible darkness of a starless night
Triangle of three lovers in need of fresh flight
Or the maniac mindings of a monocled monk

With a nickels' worth of comfort and a thimble full of luck
May you make out with a buck, more than you'll ever need
On this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort
With rumors of a better world, once we get to leave

Now, get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)
Get to leave (leave)

Get to lea-ea-ea-eave, mmm...