yes I am free.

curling around the winds
of the cement laden scene,
rising above the smoke
of the early trains scream...
everyway I look around
I am always free....
yes I am free...

Parallel tracks that lead
to the gauges of daily machine
acid rains that smash into
sleepy morning side weed
everyway I look around
I am always free....
yes I am free...


Evenings that breed fatigue,
of lost day's unfulfilled greed,
fears that dont take along ,
the man's broken dream
everyway I look around
I am always free....
yes I am free...'

And I wont be all alone
on these newly founded roads,
you cannot make anything of
resentment and anger for me
everyway you look around
you are always free....
yes you are free...