There's a burnt out streetlight
down at the end of the road.
Sometimes I go out there
when I want to be alone.
It's only in the middle of the night so you won't hear that
door close.
And I can tell that lately
when you've been looking at me.
The woman you see
there,
she's who you want me to be.
It's only in the middle of the night that I
start thinking about leaving.
What if I just keep on walking?
What'll I do when the road runs out?
What if it turns out that I don't need you?
And what do I know about freedom anyhow?
If I don't go,
how will I know?
Nobody's told
how it's supposed to be.
Love is a crooked line.
I'm learning that the truth ain't free.
If I had known better, I'd have run away.
But I've been tethered by a rope that I couldn't see.
What if I just keep on walking?
What'll I do when the road runs out?
What if it turns out that I don't need you?
And what do I know about freedom anyhow?
If I don't go,
how will I know?
What about the bird up there on the telephone wire?
If she doesn't want for freedom,
how will she know to go higher?
Just a lesson that I haven't learned as I've been
walking the life of a liar.