I tried to get high, but you wanted me low
Good things are happening, but happening slow
Its some kind of mystery from long ago
I finally know who Im supposed to be
My mind was locked but I found the key
Hope it dont all slip away from me
Hard times, fun lines
Moments pass by and I cry
Rewind, step behind
Its hard to find the flip-side
I cant stand when you tell me to get back
If were all free, then why does it seem we cant just be?
You saw your reflection all over the news
Your temperatures well past a hundred and two
Put the guns away, or well all gonna lose
Stand by, or take flight
Eat or throw your piece pie
Walk on, or be mine
Moments fly by and I cry
I cant stand when you tell me to get back
If were all free, then why does it seem we cant just be?
I cant stand when you tell me to get back
If were all free, then why does it seem we cant just be?