Get to Leave - Howe Gelb
Make sure your babys 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 rolling
And get on out of here
Get to leave get to leave get to leave
With rumors of a better world
Once you get to leave
A nickel worth of comfort
And a thimble full of luck
May you make out with a buck
More then youll ever need
On this planet made of rock
Hard liquor and discomfort
With rumors of a better world
Once we get to leave
Get to leave get to leave get to leave
With rumors of a better world
Once you get to leave
Shadowing the season of change
The winds blow in
And they rearrange
Tending the garden of change
The weeds come in
And they rearrange
Maybe its the angle of the sun
When its such a twisted light
Or the impossible darkness
Of a starless night
Or the triangle of 3 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 then youll ever need
On this planet made of rock
Hard liquor and discomfort
With rumors of a better world
Once we get to leave
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