the last thing I'd ever call these thoughts are innocent
they probably are the reason that I'm here
ain't it funny cause I always knew the end was imminent
it's gonna be a long time before I learn to hold my head up high
it's gonna be a long time before I learn to shed this disguise

Set me free I want to be free

there's comfort on this old deserted highway
with a sun that's warmth still shows me that you care
now I'm heading back to where this all got started
but I don't know what I'll find when I get there
it's the thought that bind's me still confines me in your stare

Whom the son, has set free, he is free free indeed