Get in the car, we're late for the gig, but don't go too fast, it's been snowing since ten a.m. And we'll never be this free again. Crossing the bridge, over the gate, to your door, to the side, then a door where the light becomes straight. And we'll never be this free again. On our way home, singing the songs that we learned on our mother's day for a change. We're trying and dying to be free. Jesse's been drinking again and again, he won't believe, he can't believe, we can see right through his soul. Mom and Dad, they're on their way, they know these roads, they believe in our lonely lives. Like sheep they do upon the night. And we'll meet at the lodge to suck on light and scream up at the sky that we don't feel the same. And we'll never be this free again. They walk with small steps, you see. And I wish I could never walk to win the war, to tell us who we are when we're new. Let out in the freezing night, it's not the only war. For a black sheep that didn't sleep, and yet the world was in a whirl in the cold, deep snow, when the black on white air flowed. And we'll never be this free again. Oh, we'll never be this free again. I can show back on the road to Montreal, the red diamonds gleam in our eyes. And the snow piled up on either side. But just as you can feel, there was an appeal to stop the riot. Ooh, just for a black sheep in the night. Trying to hold on for our lives. And we never made it home, spinning out on the road we took to the sky. But we were fine, we flew over the sky. Oh, the red on black on white in the night. I said, red on black on white in the night. I said, red on black on white in the night. I said, red on black on white in the night. I said, red on black on white. I said, red on black on white. I said, red on black on white. I said, red on black. I said, red on black.