The shatter of the bottles
Would scare me somethin' awful as a kid
My fear how it would harden
And find a home in places that I hid
I'd tear it down and run away
But never found my getaway
Outside Tuscaloosa
The time you thought you turned it all around
Remember how you used to think
You could salvage anything you found
You knew it then, you know it now
The rattled of chains still rattles loud
In all those years of movin'
I was slowly losin' all my names
No matter what I'd ruin
It couldn't hold a candle to the pain
My tears are real, and all my own,
Pourin' down there all alone
The soft roll of the water
Reminds me of my father's parting words
"Son, now don't you bother
looking for your place out in the world
The tide will roll through the waves
Son, you'll find your getaway"