Tristan Omand Early Morning Getaway
Think it was a dark and broken, graveyard night
The fog was thick, and the moon was bright
I was running for my life to save my hide
Feeling half drunk, and barely alive
A barbed wire fence wound on my side
And my heart it was pounding, right outta my chest
But I ran and ran, and jumped and rolled
I could feel the blood, I could feel the cold
I was all alone and on the run
I was waiting on the morning sun
It was nearly there
Saw a distant light in a cattle barn
Ripped the cotton sleeve right off my arm
And tied it ‘round the bullet wound on my leg
I hollered at the moon and stars-
“I cannot reside behind bars,
I’ll leave this world before I leave in cuffs.”
I could see the lanterns, I could hear the hounds
Trespassing on a burial ground
Then a ghost rose up and scared my captors,
I fell to the ground with maniacal laughter
I was home free!
Then I got up and kept on running,
I could hear that Plymouth Sunbeam hummin’
Let’s go darling
And before I got in the passenger’s seat
I had a moment of clarity right there standing on my feet
That all of this will be alright some day
