As I wake up everyday with no new songs to play
feeling like I aught to pack my bag and run.
My imagination flies to some other sunny skies
where I felt so good and everything was done.
And my time was my own.
And my heart felt so free.
Come On!
I don't mind a little rain, but it doesn't seem the same
when the clouds shut out your beauty from my eyes.
There's a storm inside my head and I know it doesn't leave
till I clear a day when nobody will cry.
I can't stand here alone
and I need to be free.
Free!
So bring fire and bring steel, for you know the way I feel.
Bring a silver horse to carry me away.
I'm no stranger, I'm a friend and my pain will never end
till the world will let us live out lives as one.
And our time is our own.
