Free

Starin' at the dark again You left your silhouette ware upon my pillow Hey, hey Right inside the night, I'm waitin' 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 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, 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 middle Seems like I'm always in the middle They call me free They call me free Free But I call me a