Staring at the dark again
You left your silhouette upon my pillow
Right inside the night
I'm waiting for the light
Seems like I'm in the middle
Workin for something that I can't touch
And sometimes can't even believe in - woh

Cradled by the hands of fate
The faith that sometimes wraps around too tight - so tight
They call me free - But I call me a fool
They call me free - But I call me a fool

Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me
No, no, no
So I pray in May for June to stay
But she just came to wash into the sea - away
They call me free - But I call me a fool

Slipped down to Mexico, started messin with her yellow afro
Slipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout Pistol Pete
Slipped down to the African, started talkin bout what she can do
Well here we are again, back where we started

Slipped down to the dark again
You left your silhouette on my pillow - hey
Well I'm right inside the night, I'm waitin for the light
Seems like I'm in the, seems like I'm always in the middle
They call me free - But I call me a fool