Tristan trusting no one
took to the road and left
town let down by family
Rocked by party people
papa held a bottle
of feni in his hand
Unconcerned about work
the next day his children
hidden away upstairs
Sleeping despite the noise
mama hands shot glasses
to the school faculty
Tristan noticed at school
the next day hungover
teachers too drunk to teach
Ignorant to the needs
of children the adults
watched the surf feet in sand
No one cared what happened
that day at school they knew
their teachers had affairs
Groping for the light switch
to pull in his bedroom
he decided to steal
Nathan's motorcycle
riding along the coast
to toast girls at the beach
Only he didn't know
when or if to go back
home as a runaway
Biker without parents
who could give him their love
full respect and support
Only he didn't know
where the road would lead him
he didn't have a say
Didn't care when to stop
to settle down take root
in the redwoods to sort
Yesteryear in his head
the fresh air in the north
gave his dream it's appeal
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