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