The shatter of the bottles would scare me something awful as a kid ♪ My fear how it would harden And find a home in places that I hid ♪ I'd tear 'em down And run away But never found my getaway ♪ Outside Tuscaloosa, the time you thought you turned it all around ♪ Remember how you used to think you could salvage anything you found ♪ You knew it then You know it now The rattle of chains still rattles loud ♪ In all those years of moving I was slowly losing all my names ♪ No matter what I'd ruin It couldn't hold a candle to the pain My tears are real And all my own Pouring down there all alone ♪ The soft roll of the water Reminds me of my father's parting words ♪ Son, now don't you bother Looking for your place out in the world ♪ The tide will roll Through the waves Son, you'll find your getaway