Lyrics The Get Together - Kim Richey, Mando Saenz

The Get Together

Pass the hat, pull out the games
The light shines through the cellophane
To calm you eyes, calm your eyes
Make sure to buy a souvenir, remind you of when you were here
And all the times, all the times
Thought we’d have a little get-together
I hear tell you’re going away
If I’d heard it from you, it would’ve been better
But it didn’t work out that way
I hope you don’t mind a little smoke in the air
Some people do, I don’t much care
To each their own, each their own
Let’s make some noise and carry on
Ride the wave until it’s gone
High to low, high to low
Thought we’d have a little get-together
I hear tell you’re going away
If I’d heard it from you, it would’ve been better
But it didn’t work out that way
Thought we’d have a little get-together
I hear tell you’re going away
Thought we’d have a little get-together
I hear tell you’re going away
If I’d heard it from you, it would’ve been better
But it didn’t work out that way
Thought we’d have a little get-together
I hear tell you’re going away
Going away