At the top of the Ferris Wheel
You screamed out
And in the hotel that night
You didn't sleep
'Cause your sister was crying
On the balcony
And your mother and father
Were out
It was your family's last attempt
At Florida
In the last days before
The aftermath
You were always hanging on your father's arm
In the sunny, faded photographs
And you hated and you loved more than you
Ever have
Getaway, getaway, getaway
They sat together on the stairs
And they watched you play in the waves
But in a whisper in the hallway
Mother said
That "I guess there's nothing left to say."
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Getaway, getaway, getaway