Song Summary

I wrote Escape in 2010. 

I love sailing. I learned to sail at my uncle's cottage on Lake Erie, in Canada. Later, I raced Hobie Cats for a few years.

I have a dream to sail a 32-36' sailboat from Mallory Square (Key West) down to the Caribbean. I refer to this as my Jimmy Buffett mecca.

I put a protagonist into that idea, added a little misfortune, and a little twist at the end. Enjoy!


Copyright © 2010 - Matthew Moran

I've got this old duffel bag full of Colombian stash
Made a trip to the bank, turned my bonds into cash
I got me this Captain, he got him a boat
Gonna make my escape and keep my dreams afloat, keep my dreams afloat

Cuz this man's gotta be what this man's always been
I'm a dreamer of dreams, a lover, a friend
I make no excuses, so excuse me my faults
It's safer asking forgiveness than permission I'm told, than permission I'm told

Am I losing ground or winning it back
Have I lost my way or am I on the right track
I've taken some falls. Imagine that
Been handed some bruises now I'm giving them back

The bartender he told me, her name was Belize
The way she swayed to the music it was easy to see
She was promise and danger, salvation and sin.
A whirlpools pull and I was falling right in, falling right in

I'd like to tell you about passion, love to tell you about love
But past our 2nd dance you know I don't recall much
Three local boys darkened the door to that bar
I should’ve stopped dancing, would have been the wise call, been the wise call

I woke up on the beach to the sounds of the sea
It seems Belize and the boys they got the better of me
My head it aches from the rum, my body aches from the fight
And from the what I can't recall it was one hell of a night, one hell of a night

Now my pockets are empty, my stash blown to the wind
Like a sail through the storm my dreams are tattered and thin
But I got me a captain, in need of a crew
So when you make your escape I might be shuttling you, might be shuttling you

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