Call Me When You Get There Lyrics

Your mother was good to you

Growing up, she was all you knew

You had nothing to compare it to

You were scared for her all the time

Would she be back home by nine

Would she be back home

Your father did all he could

He knew more than any doctor would

Tried to be patient when things weren't good

Sometimes he'd hit her when she'd burn the food

One rule, one map, one chart

Hold your world tight against your heart

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

You take your hands off and it'll fall apart

White cotton and cypress trees

Torn pants cut above your knees

Summer nights you could hardly breathe

It got worse and you were sent away

The found another place for you to stay

Walking alone, waiting for someone to say « Hey »

One rule, one map, one chart

Hold your world tight against your heart

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

One rule, one map, one chart

Get the job done or never start

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

You take your hands off and it'll fall apart

And don't lean out the window, don't climb trees, rocks, fences, stay home

Have your friends come over

Don't go where it's crowded, go to bead early, always swim close to the shore

And call me when you get there, Take a blood test, get rest, don't walk home alone

Don't lean your head against the car door

One rule, one map, one chart

Hold your world tight against your heart

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

One rule, one map, one chart

Get the job done or never start

You take your hands off, it'll fall apart

You take your hands off and it'll fall apart