You keep tellin' me
I wanna be free
But I don't wanna be
You keep tellin' me
You won't see me
So that's how you're gonna be
I don't care
You stay there
Maybe bein' there will clear the air
And tomorrow we'll walk in the park
like we used to do
Maybe we'll see Malcombe

Hearing words from the wise
Accepting them with open eyes
Ideas are welcome
We lack understanding
You're not just a fling
If we think hard enough we can hear bells ring
And tomorrow we'll walk in the park
like we used to do
Maybe we'll see Malcombe

You keep tellin' me
I wanna be free
But you know I don't really wanna be
Can't help sighing
Please quit crying
Got to have trust or Malcombe starts dying today