walking alone across a field
that spans all the miles i feel
jumping stumps and blazing trails
hopping fences, riding rails
tipping cows all by myself
nicking canned goods off the shelf
ducking whenever I hear books drop
sounds too much like a stray gunshot
freedom is as freedom does
shooing cats and chasing doves
sticking out my sore old thumb
praying for cars to pass; just one
wrapping sandwiches on a train
that i 'lost' my ticket for again
the countryside is blazing by
and from here I can taste the sky
i remember my glory days
all through a sepia haze
where'd my friends and family go?
with me for my highs but not my lows
fill a nice bottle with cheap booze
understand there's nothing I can't lose
drink your days and nights away
wake up on another train
cheap hookers and lonely nights
waking up to mid-day frights
this air will never be clean again
i used to love it, but that was then
wandering around, not trying to hide
asking strangers for cyanide
freedom is as freedom does
freedom isn't what freedom was
