Letra de Free (Live at the Workplay Theatre, Birmingham, AL - June 2004)
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, heyWorkin' 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 tightThey call me free But I call me a fool, hey, hey They call me free But I call me a fool, hey, heyWell 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, awayAnd 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, heySlipped 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 startedSlipped 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 middleThey call me free They call me free Free But I call me a