Fast Car
My father’s arm wrapped around my shoulder
I am safe happy and secure
A fast car like a greyhound chasing the hare
Faster we go we are free to go anywhere
Living in the shelter
My father drinks all-day
My stolen youth working in a store
When we escape in the fast car that life will be no more
My mother left leaving me alone
My father blots out the pain with whiskey and rye
I wonder what life would have been
If my mother had stayed and never said goodbye
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