Story Behind The Song

There are a few stories-- here's one you might get a kick out of. The birds you hear briefly at the end of the song were singing at 3 am and gave me some trouble. I wanted to open the windows, but the chirping birds came through along with the vocal track, so I had to shut everything up when I hit record. However, going with the flow, I thought that this irritant might work with the vibe of the song. I double-tracked the beasts and it really worked at the end of the song. Although I was grateful, when I finished recording it was late and I badly needed to sleep after recordong for several hours, but one bird was still driving me nuts. I mean why did he have to be so loud at 3am? I just knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep with him going nuts outside my window, so I went out looking for him in the pitch black of night. It turned out he was calling from across the street. He was so loud, my ears hurt when I got close to him. He was perched five feet above me in the tree and I threw a twig at him and he stopped calling long enough for me to fall asleep. (Don't worry-- I didn't hurt the bugger-- never touched him.) Another thing is I want to thank Roberta Bemis for lending me her beautiful classical guitar. It's nylon strings were a perfect complement to the song. It in part inspired the solo.

Song Description

Romantic melody and breezy Latin feels propel this ballad of lost love.

Lyrics

GOT TO GET AWAY

April, September... you don't remember;
We weaved our dreams together;
Careless surrender.
Cruel words sprung suddenly; shirked them off for a while.
Can't say the road you take is leading anywhere that's near.

Moving On, While you're here, you're really gone.
Moving On, What a trip you're gonna be on.
Proven wrong-- the past is all we'll be.
Proven wrong, moving on.
Got to get away-- Move, move away.

In silver linings, you found a cloud;
You see just shadows since I somehow let you down.
Your eyes lost their tenderness;
Now you're slipping away.
For us, love was everything;
But now there's no reaching a higher stage.

Moving On, While you're here, you're really gone.
Moving On, What a trip you're gonna be on.
Proven wrong-- the past is all we'll be.
Proven wrong, moving on.
Got to get away-- Move, move away.

(Scaught's guitar solo)

Got to get away-- Move, move away.