Free - Train

Staring at the dark again

You left your silhouette ware upon my pillow, hey, hey

Right inside the night, I’m waiting for the light

Seems like I’m in the middle, hey, hey

Working 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

Slipped down to Mexico, started messing with her yellow Afro

Slipped down behind the sheets, started talking about pistol Pete, well

Slipped down to the African, started talking about 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 waiting for the light

Seems like I’m in the, seems like I’m always in the middle