Yeah, i left my past
i hitchhiked away from bad times
now i try to get used to
the freedom to speak whatand'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
iand'm unsatisfied
i guess itand's not about the car that i drive
- or the house i canand't buy
itand's dry tears that i cry
i know that all i need is
that itand's easy and free
between you and me
Yeah, tear down my littlewall
and drag me away from old trouble
i feel thereand's a hand now
that keeps me from gettinand' too close today
Yeah, so many times...
