I wish today was not the same tired routine we always do
Let's trade it all for a shot in the shade
Ever see The Getaway?
I'll be McQueen, you'll be Ali MacGraw; we'll fight the law
So what do you say?

We'll drink us silly way too soon,
and start a fight at the bar:
a life of cigarettes and spoons
Would that be all right?

I don't care about the cash or what they'll take in trade
I thought I heard you say, "Only if we had it made"

This could be our Great Escape from what we are and what we want
We'll laugh and just put the foot on the gas
Maybe I have got it wrong, maybe this is where we belong:
this town, this house, with the clothes on the couch,
squandering lazy afternoons reading dog-eared books,
listening to sappy tunes
Are we all right?

I loved it when you said, "I think we have it made"

Black and white cats, asleep on the stoop:
we could just be, we don't have to go far
Morning light, can't keep out of the room