Come with me. I wont hide

Were going on a ride

We meet each day, use time to see

While were young and almost free



Ive got to lose this skin Im imprisoned in

Got to lose this skin Im imprisoned in



Do not turn or hate to see

All the things you think weve got

Do not turn or hate to see

What happened to the wife of lot



Were alone or so they say

Were not on our own in that way

When were alone its real tough going

We can take a part in someone elses play



Come with me, I thought he said

But thats not him anymore, hes dead

Whats it like to be so free

So free it looks like lost to me