She Left Home
Words and music by Brian Berlin
Copyright © 2024 Brian Berlin. All rights reserved.
She left home at seventeen
Just the clothes on her back with a boy of nineteen
He was funny, and she was pretty
Small town trade for a life in the city
He knew someone and she met people
In the alleyway behind the church steeple
You gotta have money so you do what you do
She lost her accent, what else did she lose?
Die-da-die-da-die-die-die
Feel anything, you know you’re alive
Din-da-din-da-din-din-din
Sun comes up, goes down again
Boys and girls become women and men
Learn sometimes things don’t go as planned
Wake one day livin’ in a car
And look in the mirror and wonder who you are
Three Musketeer and a bag of cheese puff
He took the car and blew her off
Can’t stay here and she wouldn’t go home
And you shouldn’t look back, so she just moved on
Die-da-die-da-die-die-die
Feel anything, you know you’re alive
Din-da-din-da-din-din-din
Sun comes up, goes down again
In a small-town home there’s a girl’s bedroom
Hand-made quilt and teen perfume
Pictures on the mirror, posters on the wall and
Mom and dad waiting for a phone call
Running to the future, running from the past
What’s running through her mind is anyone’s guess
Can’t stay here and she won’t go home
And you shouldn’t look back, so she just moves on
Die-da-die-da-die-die-die
Feel anything, you know you’re alive
Din-da-din-da-din-din-din
Sun comes up, goes down again
Die-da-die-da-die-die-die
Feel anything, you know you’re alive
Din-da-din-da-din-din-din
Sun comes up, goes down again