| Yeah, I left my past | |
| I hitchhiked away from bad times | |
| Now I try to get used to | |
| The freedom to speak what's on my mind | |
| When it turn to tears ... | |
| I wonder why - | |
| The dreams were under my pillow | |
| But, there are no answers | |
| Yeah, love is a riddle | |
| Yeah, so many times | |
| When I complain about life | |
| I'm unsatisfied | |
| I guess it's not about the car that | |
| I drive - | |
| Or the house | |
| I can't buy | |
| It's dry tears that | |
| I cry I know that all | |
| I need is | |
| That it's easy and free | |
| Between you and me | |
| Yeah, tear down my littlewall | |
| And drag me away from old trouble | |
| I feel there's a hand now | |
| That keeps me from gettin' too close today | |
| Yeah, so many times... |