December 10, 2006 (I was 62)
getaway
Around the corner up the alley behind the
bandstand
skid to a stop in the dirt nobody hurt
Off the bikes hearts laugh divide the loot
raspberries and rhubarb crab apples and carrots
And what if we get caught We did not
What if we get caught We did not
South of town drive the cars
drink the beer smoke cigars
take out the guns shoot some rats
break some glass and make a wish
to be the ones who might get out
if we were lucky enough not to get caught
The cold was a trap the woods a trap
the mines were empty holes
you could fall into a life so small
if you didn’t look out you had it all
but you don’t look back when you don’t get
caught
around the corner up the alley and we did not
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