You're so far away.
What is happening?
My hometown is being attacked,
it's burning
And I'm away.
I've walked through that building,
My friends love that place,
And now…
And now a place of heartbreak and terror.
My friends are hurting
And I'm away.
But it doesn't end there,
Not a day has gone by,
the grief hasn't even really begun,
it's all shock and horror.
While my home gathers to mourn
I'm away.
Then the flames begin and engulf my city in fire
"Mum? Dad? Are you ok?"
"We're packing now, do you need anything?"
What is this madness?
My family, my home, my childhood…
And I'm away.
Helpless… waiting…
Waiting…
I'm watching the flames,
I'm seeing reporters on my streets
I've driven there.
There… that one, that's the backway home
There… that one, that's where my family goes on our walks
There… that one, that one's my home.
It's safe.
But I'm away.
What's better to be there and endure this?
Or to be away and watch and wait?
I'm away.
But I'm right there.
I'm on my street.
I'm hurting with all of you.
I'm scared with all of you.
I'm crying with all of you.
I miss all of you.
