Getaway Car - Marc Scibilia

West river county road\nFirst taste of sweetness\nTook all my self-control\nTook all my weakness\nAlways said you’d make it out\nIf you could score a ticket\nBut in the steel heart of a rusted town\nIt’s easy to forget it\nBabe, I never made it that far\nI’m still waiting on a getaway car\nI can’t change the way you’re pulling me apart\nLike suicide doors on the hood of your car\nAlways be yours in the back of my heart\nSmoke stacks and power lines\nWatercolor summer\nNiagara misty eyes\nYou always had my number\nI still got yours memorized\nBut I’ll never call it\nLong gone but somehow I’m\nStill up there falling\nBabe, I never made it that far\nI’m just waiting on a getaway car\nI can’t change the way you’re pulling me apart\nLike suicide doors on the hood of your car\nAlways be yours in the back of my heart\nYeah\nI can’t make it out\nI can’t make it out\nI can’t make it out\nI can’t make it out\nI can’t make it out\nNo I can’t make it out\nI can’t make it out\nNo I can’t make it out