I had a dream last night
That we lost the fight
I had a reason to stay in the back of my head
Still I have to say goodbye
Here in this bed
Free
You are free
Free
You are free
You oughta lay down low
Covered in packs of snow
Lay down low
Covered in packs of snow
Your hands they know
We're nearing the end
Free
You are free
Free
You are free
Stop telling me the right way to go
I'm on my own
You're selling our old ways
Stop telling me the right way to go
You are free
You are free
Living things need to be free
Like everything wants to be
