(Tymon Dogg)



Come with me. I won't hide

We're going on a ride

We meet each day, use time to see

While we're young and almost free



I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in



Do not turn or hate to see

All the things you think we've got

Do not turn or hate to see

What happened to the wife of Lot



We're alone or so they say

We're not on our own in that way

When we're alone it's real tough going

We can take a part in someone else's play



Come with me, I thought he said

But that's not him anymore, he's dead

What's it like to be so free

So free it looks like lost to me