Song explores women who need to escape arranged marriages that have badly failed them in urban Australia (Wheelers Hill, Melbourne this escapee ran from)
Just before the lights go out,
She wonders how she feels,
Changed her hair hundred times,
Toes done down Wheeler's Hill.
Gripped so tight and trapped inside,
No chance to ever change,
Those all around have laid her ground,
She collides into his will, this time
this time, your life is in your hands, this time, your life is in your hands.
Flowers by the riverbank
His hand wrapped round her waist,
She cannot cringe or complain,
Her life is his to taste.
The moon shines through the window,
Her thoughts it does distill,
This night, she would dare to run,
Beyond his window sill,
Out of Wheelers Hill, (X4)
Suspended on the bridge alone,
Swinging in her mind.
She realises there's nothing lost
When so little's left alive,
Out of Wheelers Hill....etc