Howe Gelb Follow

Of a back seat of a wagon that don't run on air
If you can't afford the fuel, pray you get the passion
To keep the spirit rolling and get on out of here

Get to leave, get to leave
Get to leave, get to leave
With rumors of a better world
Once you get to leave

With nickels' full of comfort and a thimble worth of luck
May you make out with a buck, more then 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
With rumors of a better world
Once you get to leave

Shadowing the season of change
The big winds blow in and they rearrange
Tending the garden of change
The weeds come in and they rearrange

Maybe it's the angle of the sun when it's such a twisted light
Or the impossible darkness of a starless night
Or the triangle of three lovers in need of fresh flight
Or the maniac mindings of a monocled monk

With nickels' full of comfort and a thimble worth of luck
May you make out with a buck, more then 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

Now get to leave, get to leave
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave

Of a back seat of a wagon that don't run on air
If you can't afford the fuel, pray you get the passion