Art In Manila

I Thought I Was Free

Art In Manila


There were wonderful moments
When i thought i was free
I would walk 
Through the tall grass
Let the milkweeds pull 
At me sometimes
I would bleed
Back in the car 
I would listen
To the sound 
Of the engine sing
No matter how old you are
An old song can still 
Make you think of him
How it used to be

Sitting alone at the table
There were times 
When i could not breathe
I see your ghost in the corner
He never speaks 
So i have to ask him
"What do you want from me?"
"What do you want from me?"

You should turn 
And go back home
Do you really want 
To take on 
This heart of stone

There were wonderful moments
(What do you want from me)
When i thought i was free
There were wonderful moments
(What do you want from me)
When i thought i was free