Train - Free Lyrics
Staring at the dark again, you left your silhouette upon my pillowRight inside the night, Im waiting for the light, seems likeIm in the middleWorkin for something that I cant touch and sometimesCant even believe in - wohCradled by the hands of fate the faith thatSometimes wraps around too tight - so tightThey call me free - but I call me a foolThey call me free - but I call me a foolWell I look back at april, but she wont look back at meNo, no, noSo I pray in may for june to stay, but she just cameTo wash into the sea - awayThey call me free - but I call me a foolSlipped down to mexico, started messin with her yellow afroSlipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout pistol peteSlipped down to the african, started talkin bout what she can doWell here we are again, back where we startedSlipped down to the dark againYou left your silhouette on my pillow - heyWell Im right inside the night, Im waitin for the lightSeems like Im in the, seems like Im always in the middleThey call me free - but I call me a fool
