The Big­gest Dis­ap­point­ment

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Essay - Writ­ten by Joy McKean. Pub­lished by EMI Mu­sic Pub­lish­ing.

They had my fu­ture wrapped up in a par­cel And no one even thought of ask­ing me The day I turned fif­teen I caught the mail train To find what else might be in life for me I rode on trucks and trains and lived on noth­ing Served me right for want­ing to be free Ah well that’s the way so­ci­ety looked at it But it didn’t seem to be that way to me And the big­gest dis­ap­point­ment in the fam­ily was me The only twisted branch upon our good old fam­ily tree I just couldn’t be the per­son they ex­pected me to be And the big­gest dis­ap­point­ment in the world was me A lot more din­ner times than there were din­ners I learned a lot that hurt me at the time Then this quiet coun­try boy went home a dif­fer­ent man With a mem­ory of dis­tance on my mind But I al­ways spoke too loud and laughed too of­ten Maybe drank too many glasses down And per­haps my clothes were older than I re­alised A re­lief to all con­cerned when I left town.

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