Letras
Over and over the story goes
From beginning to end, from death to a rose
From a risen to fallen, from a hand to a wave
From a look through the window past a back gate
Are you free?
From a keeper of sorrows to a laugh among friends
By which comes the arrow the messenger sends
When he's on his last dime and he's down on his knees
Wishing he could not feel your disease
Are you free?
Are you free?
From an old boat in Brooklyn to the waters below
From the joy of the preacher as his garden grows
From a tumbler of whiskey to the weeds in the ditch
By a farmer bent down adjusting his hitch
Are you free?
Are you free?
From the way you went wrong once by which you did right
From a morning that glittered after a stormy night
From a calendar sent you prior already made
Hung in a basement on a string by a nail
Are you free?
Are you free?
From a flag in the lamplight waving so high
To a face in a mask behind an unseen eye
From the halos of paper for the saints on the bridge
To a dirty pink slip on a window ledge
Are you free?
Are you free?
From a boxer at dinner who played in the band
To a boxer at midnight taping his hand
From a shadow mistaken for another man
In a dream once felt where the wild horses ran
From the stables of Eden to the gates of hell
Just out front there wishing well
Are you free?
Are you free?
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