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