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.