Get to Leave/ Left Songtext
von Giant Sand

With a nickel′s worth of luck and a thimble full of comfort
You might make out with a buck more than you'll ever need
On this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort
With rumors of a better world once we get to leave

Get to leave, get to leave
Get to leave, get to leave
Got to leave, got to leave

Make sure your baby′s well tucked in a blanket in a basket
On the backseat of a wagon that don't run on air
If you can't afford the fuel, well, I hope you get the passion
To keep the spirit moving and get on out of here

Get to leave, get to leave
Get to leave, get to leave
Got to leave

Watering the garden of change
The weeds come in and rearrange
Tanglers and creepers here remain
Watering the garden of change


Could′ve been the angle of the sun when it′s such a twisted light
Or the tangle of the sunless, starless dark night
Triangle of three lovers in the need of fresh light
Or the maniac mindings of a monacled monk

Make sure your baby's well tucked in a blanket in a basket
On the backseat of a wagon that don′t run on air
If you can't afford the fuel, well, I hope you get the passion
To keep the spirit moving and get on out of here

Get to leave, get to leave
Get to leave, get to leave
Got to leave, I got to leave

With a nickel′s worth of luck and a thimble full of comfort
You might make out with a buck more than you'll ever need
On this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort
With rumors of a better world once we get to leave

Get to leave, get to leave
Get to leave, get to leave
Got to leave, got to leave
Yeah

I broke a string
Let′s eat