Songs are simply poetry put to music

“I made my place by the door.
I didn’t know what I was waiting for.
Felt just like home.
Except no grass, no yard, no pictures.I could see across to the park.
And there were friends, they were laughing hard.
They looked just like my home.
With no face, no name, no voice I’d know.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway…

…I met someone at the bar.
He had a great smile and a great heart.
He felt just like love.
Except no fear of losing, and it wasn’t tough.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway…
…And I miss you,
I miss you every single day.”

 

-Maria Taylor, Clean Getaway