The Getaway

I know I've said it many times before
In a million different ways
Maybe more
But you're a sight for sore eyes
And I'm an eyesore
Out on the street

I know the rhythms of the railway track
I know the difference between lines and cracks
But why you let me punch above my weight
Now that's a mystery

I'm not saying that I'm sorry
Or not to worry
No no
And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit
But here I go
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
And just maybe we might get away with it this timе

There's a certain tеnsion everywhere you go
They're rubbernecking when you cross the road
It's not easy acting natural, or even close when you're seen

I'm not saying that I'm sorry
Or not to worry
No no
And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit
But here I go
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
And just maybe we might get away with it this time

Here in the echo of an afterthought
Here in the best clothes this disaster bought
Right from the get-go I knew I'd fallen in to something deep

I'm not saying that I'm sorry
Or not to worry
No no
And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit
But here I go
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
And just maybe we might get away with it this time