I used to see how much I could consume
Doin 80 up 95 in the middle of the afternoon
Drinkin up the winter, tearin up the coast
We’d have a party in the car, who could do the most
My boys have no idea, how close I danced to the edge
I’ve outgrown the devil, now it’s my reasons for living
that he’s out to get
Payin me back for all my trouble, my unruly ways
For the sleepless nights I gave my mother, the narrowest escapes
Does anybody ever really get away?
You pay on time, but you gotta pay
How many bottles on the back seat floor
I was the girl behind the smashed in passenger door
Lucky to be cryin on a neighbor’s phone
Did my daddy have a clue what that boy’s ticket was for?
Now I’m as scared as sin of what’s just around the
bend
Will they run all those stop signs like I did, like I did?
Payin me back for all my trouble, my unruly ways
For the sleepless nights I gave my mother, narrowest escapes
Does anybody ever really get away?
You pay on time, but you gotta pay
When they’re babies you don’t see this
Future heartaches sealed with kiss after kiss
Good thing I didn’t know what was in store
I come back to haunt myself in ways I never bargained for
I had some good lookin friends thought it was cool
To take the sweet innocent girls out behind the school
Now they’ve got daughters and they’re worried sick
Hah, I say, I say you shoulda thought about this
They’re payin us back for all our trouble,
our unruly ways
For the sleepless nights we gave our mothers,
The narrowest escapes
Does anybody ever really get away?
Does anybody ever really get away?
You pay on time, I said you pay on time
But you gotta pay
Vocals: Tina
deVaron
Background Vocals: Tina deVaron, Everett Bradley
Guitar & Bass: Jerome Harris
Percussion: Everett Bradley
Recorded by Dave Seitz at Shelter Island Sound, NYC
She makes order out of chaos
She unpacks the bags
She gives everything its rightful place
On the kitchen shelf
Just as pretty as the market
Where she bought the stuff today
She organizes boxes
And puts it all away
And there goes the afternoon
It’s time to cook some supper
Call the children down
Take the pans out of the cupboard
And the years fall down
Like water over stones
Like water over stones
Like water over stones
And the years fall down
Like water over stones
Like water over stones
But they don’t make a sound
And at bedtime they read stories
Tell her all about their day
This is the part that fills her heart
As they laugh and sing and pray
All at once the house is quiet
She sits down and tries to read
She gets halfway through the first page
She can’t help but fall asleep
And the years fall down
Like water over stones
Like water over stones
Like water over stones
And the years fall down
Like water over stones
Like water over stones
But they don’t make a sound
Vocals: Tina
deVaron
Background Vocals: Kim McLean
Acoustic and electric guitars: John Willis
Bass: Dave Hungate
Drums & Percussion: Eddie Bayers
Piano & Keyboards: Katherine Marx
Arranged by Kim McLean and Tina deVaron
Recorded by George Tutco at Sony Studios, Nashville
