The Getaway Drivers

Lyrics

You know I know it ain't easy
When the clouds surround your satellites
And they come crashing down
I know he used to love you
He used to be better
Now you're all grown up
And stuck there on the ground

But you can fly again, sweet
You can pack your suitcase
And take the things that mean the most to you
There's a train on Sunday
Today's your someday
So take your wings
'Cause it's spring in Tennessee

And the air down here
Is new and green
I'll be waiting for you
At the place on Beale Street

When I used to call you
And the laughter through the satellites
Kept us up all night
You know I used to love you
Sent you all those letters
And you packed them away
Treasures under your bed

But now it's time to fly sweet
Time to pack your dreams
And take the things that mean the most to you
When you get here Monday
You can start your someday
And walk along and sing your songs
To the iris blooms

And the air down here
Is new and green
I'll be waiting for you
At the place on Beale Street

There's a train on Sunday
Today's your someday
So take your wings
'Cause it's spring in Tennessee

And the air down here
Is new and green
I'll be waiting for you
At the place on Beale Street

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