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Rita Laing
Word Up 2014

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15 yr old Rita Laing has been writing since she was 8, and busking from age 11.  She comes from a musical family, and began playing piano when she was 4.  She has competed in two Rock Quests, and this year, along with her sister, she won the "Low Down" best song award.  

Lyrics


On my way


Guess I’ve been looking at the sun too long,
missing parts of my vision, surely you didn’t go
What do I do with all this time to kill?
All the faces I painted
just patiently waiting for you to come home
And do you reckon I could fake a friend?
Just ‘till we hit that inevitable dead end
‘Cause you’ve got a world and a name to defend
I understand, and so

By tomorrow, baby I’ll be on my way
Don’t make a difference where I go
we’ve always been worlds away

Well when I’m brave enough to be alone
I take my thoughts and kill ‘em
You haunt me wherever I go
‘Cause if it’s hidden then it isn’t so bitter
I can sleep for a minute
But time will always break the spell
And now I reckon that we’ve reached the end
Yeah you turned on the lights and now the magic’s dead
And you’ve got a world and a name to defend
I understand, and so

By tomorrow, baby I’ll be on my way
Don’t make a difference where I go
we’ve always been worlds away

Clocks ticking, lights dimming, room spinning, steps tripping
Headlights, watch me try to show you what you’ve been missing
Minds switching, words slipping breath hitching, eyes shifting
Stumbling through a goodnight, and

By tomorrow, baby I’ll be on my way
Don’t make a difference where I go
we’ve always been worlds away
You took me by surprise, and it was a hit and run
Caught in your headlights, so
By tomorrow, I’ll only be a world away