Last Boat to Freedom

I couldn't wait to leave that building and stand under the sky I watch the clouds go by from a skylight I watch the sun as it freckles the skin of travelers, and Here I turn another shade of white I wonder when the day will come I wonder what it looks like Will I falter when it looks me in the eye? Oh, oh, oh I watch the tug boats as they tear a seam down the river And the passengers stare at the white lines I look down the highway, I used to see headlights But now, it's staring back at me with red eyes I wonder when the day will come I wonder what it looks like Will I falter when it looks me in the eye? I wonder when the day will come Will it tell me when it arrives? The last boat to freedom has a long line The last boat to freedom has a long line The last boat to freedom has a long line Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh The last boat to freedom has a long line The last boat to freedom has a long line The last boat to freedom has a long! The parkway blossom trees make every color look dimmer But they're cursed to look like creatures in the moonlight