Getaway

At the top of the Ferris Wheel

you screamed out.

And in the hotel that night

you didn't sleep.

'Cause your sister was crying

on the balcony,

and your mother and father

were out.It was your family's last attempt

at Florida.

In the last days before

the aftermath.

You were always hanging on your father's arm

in the sunny, faded photographs.

And you hated and you loved more than you

ever have.

Getaway, getaway, getaway.They sat together on the stairs

and they watched you play in the waves.

But in a whisper in the hallway

mother said

that "I guess there's nothing left to say."

Getaway, getaway, getaway.

Getaway, getaway, getaway.

Getaway, getaway, getaway.

Getaway, getaway, getaway.

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