Sometimes it seems...
The West Coast is a dream
But it's a getaway
It's a getaway
And maybe it feels
Like the left coast isn't real
Cause it's a Getaway
It's a getaway
When time is a measure
Of the Gravity of things
And life is not much more than
The fraying of strings
It's a Getaway
It's a Getaway
And if this whole world is a dream,
Or a well planned out scheme
It's still a getaway
Yeah, either way
And in this moment
In this very particular moment
I am gettin' away
Yeah I'm gettin' away
Yeah time is a measure
Of the Gravity of things
And life is not much more than
The fraying of strings
It's a Getaway
It's a Getaway
I'm a conductor on this train
But the tracks have all been laid
Life's a window seat at best
Might as well head West