free

staring at the dark again, you left your silhouette upon my pillow - hey, hey, right inside the night, i'm waiting 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 - heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, 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, seems like i'm always in the middle, they call me free, they call me free, free, but i call me a.