A Rock Opera.
Are You Leaving Home?
Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word you were saying...
Are we demented
Or am I disturbed?
"Is it just me, or this whole town insane?" I asked incredulously. Brad's and my mum's faces were a mixture of shock and rage.
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and thats my best excuse...
"You know what? I'm leaving." Even I was surprised by the words that had left my mouth. Sure, I was turning sixteen in two weeks...but where would I live?
The name hit me like a big yellow school bus.
San Francisco.
I headed off to my room.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Brad roared, moving to the doorway. I rolled my eyes.
"Get out of my fucking way, jackass." I pushed him as hard as I could and ran into my room. I blindly packed some clothes into a duffel bag and ran out the back door again. I head my mum screaming from inside.
To run, to run away
To find what to believe...
I sprinted as fast as I could in the direction of San Francisco.
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies...
I sprinted further and further away from my house, away from the lie I had lived for fifteen years.
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochists...
I could see the San Francisco lights in the distance. I made my way onto the highway, when I had to stop for breath. I couldn't walk all the way to San Francisco. Sticking my thumb out to the side of the road, I attempted to hitch a ride. A beaten up ute pulled up beside me in a matter of minutes. Inside, sitting at the driver's seat, was a man who looked to be in his fifties.
"Hi," I said breathlessly, climbing inside. The man gave a toothless smile. "San Francisco, please."
He nodded and continued to drive along. I thought about how many times I had thought about escape - and now it was actually happening. I sat back in my seat and rested my eyes.
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times...
I had dreamt of this so much...and I'd nearly made it. And I stood up to mum and Brad once and for all.
I don't feel any shame, I won't apologise,
When there ain't no where you can go...
San Francisco, here I come.
Running away from pain when you've been victimised
Tales from another broken home...
Are we demented
Or am I disturbed?
"Is it just me, or this whole town insane?" I asked incredulously. Brad's and my mum's faces were a mixture of shock and rage.
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and thats my best excuse...
"You know what? I'm leaving." Even I was surprised by the words that had left my mouth. Sure, I was turning sixteen in two weeks...but where would I live?
The name hit me like a big yellow school bus.
San Francisco.
I headed off to my room.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Brad roared, moving to the doorway. I rolled my eyes.
"Get out of my fucking way, jackass." I pushed him as hard as I could and ran into my room. I blindly packed some clothes into a duffel bag and ran out the back door again. I head my mum screaming from inside.
To run, to run away
To find what to believe...
I sprinted as fast as I could in the direction of San Francisco.
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies...
I sprinted further and further away from my house, away from the lie I had lived for fifteen years.
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochists...
I could see the San Francisco lights in the distance. I made my way onto the highway, when I had to stop for breath. I couldn't walk all the way to San Francisco. Sticking my thumb out to the side of the road, I attempted to hitch a ride. A beaten up ute pulled up beside me in a matter of minutes. Inside, sitting at the driver's seat, was a man who looked to be in his fifties.
"Hi," I said breathlessly, climbing inside. The man gave a toothless smile. "San Francisco, please."
He nodded and continued to drive along. I thought about how many times I had thought about escape - and now it was actually happening. I sat back in my seat and rested my eyes.
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times...
I had dreamt of this so much...and I'd nearly made it. And I stood up to mum and Brad once and for all.
I don't feel any shame, I won't apologise,
When there ain't no where you can go...
San Francisco, here I come.
Running away from pain when you've been victimised
Tales from another broken home...