I have been to many places, all of which I've never seen
For the same I've left no traces, save for those who remember me
What's the right solution, what's the way to breaking out?
Here's a story I can tell you about someone that I once knew
Who found himself, but lost his freedom,
and didn't know what he should do
After he had found his fortune, the world became a different place
He knew he could not trust the people,
and none would look upon his face
Though the world had crushed his spirit,
and cast him from their wicked grounds
He didn't need the people's trust
and he didn't want their shallow crowns
What became of this old story about someone I call my friend?
He wrote a song of grace and glory, and found that he was free again
Oh, it feels so right to dream under the stars
Where a part of me is free to roam where I belong!
For the same I've left no traces, save for those who remember me
What's the right solution, what's the way to breaking out?
Here's a story I can tell you about someone that I once knew
Who found himself, but lost his freedom,
and didn't know what he should do
After he had found his fortune, the world became a different place
He knew he could not trust the people,
and none would look upon his face
Though the world had crushed his spirit,
and cast him from their wicked grounds
He didn't need the people's trust
and he didn't want their shallow crowns
What became of this old story about someone I call my friend?
He wrote a song of grace and glory, and found that he was free again
Oh, it feels so right to dream under the stars
Where a part of me is free to roam where I belong!