Remember when we were angels  Before we stole cars  And when sex and drugs  Lived up in another world... not a care in the world    Hide and seek, kissing and running  Till you were out of breath  In the late night day sun  Until you Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go    Fly  High  Be my getaway  Gotta getaway    Fly  High  Be my getaway  Gotta getaway    Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians  Hanging round the corner  Of the street you lived  How come it felt so far away... just a stone throw away    Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with  And money from your old man  Would burn a hole in yer pocket all day...  Not a single debt to pay    Fly  High  Be my getaway  Gotta getaway...