Getaway Car lyrics
All words & music by Jean-Paul Vest ©2005 Curlock and Jalaiso Music, BMI. Cartwheeling maybe it’s coincidence my boy fell down the stairs the same day they dropped our jobs to boost the market shares lucky nothing’s broken just a hell of a scare we’re cartwheeling down through the atmosphere spinning through the air check my last known whereabouts and all my alibis search my empty mailbox for a blessing in disguise cordon off all the exits question every last man couldn’t say which way I’m headed didn’t leave any clues about where I stand they say bad news comes in triplicate but that’s not what’s scaring me because I know some things are accidents and some are meant to be my needle’s pushing empty when my light turns green I’m trying to drive the moment but I’m getting swept down the stream Here We Go Again breaking here we go again and I don’t know how but I’ll think of something breaking you’re leaving me again and maybe this time I should have seen it coming it does no good getting angry now I can’t change your mind anyhow climbed up so high we can’t look down so I’m going through the motions they’re all I’ve got right now maybe you know it’s over when all you’ve got in common is a history of frustrations maybe we were never going to win even on a good day we had our reservations it does no good getting angry now I can’t change your mind anyhow climbed up so high we can’t look down going through the motions because they’re all I’ve got right now breaking here we go again and I don’t know how but I’ll think of something I’ll think of something Miracle it was like a cloudburst, like rain all I ever wanted was the feeling of hearing your voice galloping the Crooked Path making it sound like it was easy and the less you said the more it meant to me nowadays I’ve got to have all the blanks filled in to understand you were so good I just can’t believe it it hit me hard seeing you again the present tasted like the past it should have made me happy not sad there were never any promises but I swear all I ever wanted was to be there you were so good I just can’t believe it Getaway Car cooler heads prevailing I’m calming down sorting out the fury from the sound it’s already clear that I’ve lost this round nothing left to do but let the wave come crashing down bitter words and angry fantasies lashing out in sparks of uncertainty but you give my lightning a path to ground filter out the bad and send the blood cells back around you are my escape my getaway car my soul and my strength you are worry spilling over into my sleep every line of thinking in full retreat but you won’t desert me won’t let me drown all I have to do is let the wave come crashing down Now You Know so now you know what it looks like in my soul you’ve done the time, read the note seen the address on the envelope and all this time I’ve been right beside you like a spider in the wall or a twenty in your pocket that you found when you forgot it and you don’t see how you missed it now you know does the air taste different? is the knowledge inconsistent? or does it fit the pattern of that first impression that’s been discarded like a candy wrapper or a strain of laughter now you know my reasons now you know my ghosts so are we still friends? or did that depend on knowing half of the story? are you glad or sorry? there’s a look on your face like you want to erase the last five minutes back to blissful static like a box in the attic but there’s no sugar-coating a truth worth knowing a truth worth knowing now you know The Second Time Around the second time around is not just the same again you don’t have to concentrate so hard on reading every sign the landscape is familiar but don’t let it fool you none the trip won’t be as easy or as hard the second time this whole town got bolder it rushes out to meet you now the dealerships and strip malls spread out for miles but I recognize the houses I know all the streets by name and I know what brings me to your door a second time I can’t wait to see you for the first time again I can’t wait for my arms to learn the shape of you and feel you move when you’re breathing the first time I saw you I knew I was lost forever knew I was helpless knew I was blind knew I might as well try holding back an ocean as not love you and now I’m drifting in upon your tide a second time	Au Clair time is moving with no great purpose tonight the kids are sleeping the television is quiet if you were closer I would find any excuse to borrow a flashlight or a ballpoint pen from you sunshine at night the moon is shining down but not with its own light open your door I’m freezing outside let me back into your life I wanted to call you and hear our voices ride over the time zones and the continent’s divide but you’re flowing to your ocean and I’m bound to mine and it’s too late, anyway, tonight the sky is falling or so it pretends bouncing acorns off the roof and the trash cans I’m second-handed last summer’s news anecdotes and headlines updates and reviews with only your reflection it’s hard to make do but I’ll take your pictures out and tell the kids about you The King is Dead had a plan wrapped around you knew the language and the terms that bound you well connected had a deal in play led the money to the table but it walked away and the king is dead you’re in the negative space buried in the background noise in a lower case reads like a blowout in the final score cleaned your desk out took your name down off the door so much for teamwork and esprit de corps the music stopped and every seat was spoken for you drew yourself within that frame but your point of reference changed had a plan wrapped around you knew the language and you knew who you were bound to well connected had a deal in play but it turned out you were ancient history either way In the Balance with all that hung in the balance there was more we could have said but one indelicate word would have cut that last thread as good as gone it was not much for hope to hang on but we let it hang in the balance when there was more we could have said that’s not to say that I’m willing to either forget or forgive I’m just a step and half to the good side of willing to live and let live bury the blade let the edge of the anger fade but I wouldn’t say that we’re willing to either forget or forgive we keep to the box scores and the seasons pass we keep to the neutral ground and the anger don’t flow as fast with all that hung in the balance there was more we could have said God knows which wounds will heal and which may kill us instead so love is blind if only for a day at a time but here we live in the balance when there was more we could have said Wonderful it’s not the end of the world just a shouting match a bloody nose, a dirty word a change of clothes it’s not the end of the world just a lap on the wheel an effort with nothing to show then you find someone who loves you more than you could ask for and it’s wonderful it’s not the end of the world just a twisted arm, a choke-hold and a double-knot in the rope it’s not the end of the world just a question of waiting and trusting in the good until it lights your fuse and turns you loose to be who you choose and it’s wonderful there’s no pattern there to observe just malevolence, and patience, and chaos all throwing you curves so you talk to God and trust to fate and you learn to mend your own mistakes and at worst it’s more than you can take and at best it’s more than wonderful Circles she talks to the racquet as she pinches the strings but the translation’s getting lost in mid-swing her volley won’t dance and her serve won’t sing every little motion’s saying more or less than she means she brushes off the first gray hair of summer: a strand of cool air escapes out from under the big, still heat of August that winks and rights itself like a candle flame disturbed when she leaves on the train that winds up the Hudson she’ll try and drown another day in its sleep watching her reflection float just out of reach while the boats on the water in the evening glow like red river dreams let’s slide in the water where it’s swiftest and deep outrace answers and catch up to mysteries just you and me later, at a party with some people she’d forgotten hearing stories told about herself in third person just for a minute it’s so good to be swimming in someone else’s circles but the clearest pools the wildest rings are her eyes now their bright blue lens could teach you all your heart intends put her cares in your head and her name on your lips Come and See I want to wring you out like the rain from your sweater and catch every drop and float on the wave of your hand until you brush me away like the sleep from your eyes and wake from me carelessly by surprise honey Each moment retells you letter by silent letter and spells you a new way until the one that you were you’ll forget her then you’ll brush me away like the hair falling over your eyes and wake from me carelessly by surprise honey I want to ring you out in a high steeple song that calls everyone come and see come and see what’s begun come and see come and see what’s begun All words & music by Jean-Paul Vest ©2005 Curlock and Jalaiso Music, BMI.