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...