Free

Free - Train

Staring at the dark again

You left your silhouette upon my pillow

Hey hey

Right inside the night

I'm waiting for the light

Seems like I'm in the middle

Hey hey

Workin for something that I can't touch and sometimes can't even believe in

Woh woh

Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight

So tight

They call me free

But I call me a fool

Hey hey

They call me free

But I call me a fool

Hey hey

Well I look back at April but she won't look back at me

Oh no no no

So I pray in May for June to stay but she just came to wash into the sea

Away

And they call me free

But I call me a fool

Hey hey

They call me free

But I call me a fool

Heyah heyah heyah heyah heyah heyah hey

Slipped down to Mexico

Started messin with her yellow afro

Slipped down behind the sheets

Started talkin bout Pistol Pete well

Slipped down to the African

Started talkin bout what she can do

Well here we are again back where we started

Slipped down to the dark again

You left your silhouette on my pillow - yeah yeah

Well I'm right inside the night

I'm waitin for the light

Seems like I'm in the

Seems like I'm always in the middle

They call me free

They call me free

Free

But I call me a