Last night I dreamed, You wouldn’t met me past your door. Lots of pretty people in your house, A place I’m not invited anymore. Well I tried to lie my way through but you still asked me to leave, You turned your back on me, but I ain’t got no other place to go. See I’ve been living in your heart for some time, Then you go and kick me to the street, act so mean, And now, I ain’t got a dime of sympathy to my name. But that’s alright, that’s ok, because I still remember the road on which I came. Tonight I scream, from across the town, Cursing you and this city for having no pity on a second start. The heat is stirring me to believe that freedom isn’t cheap, And the coast may be a leap but it’s saving me. The quarters start to shrink, which leads me to think, Of counting down to getting out, and I don’t wanna shout, But if you doubt the wrong you laid on me then that can only be described as a shame. But that’s alright, that’s ok, because I still remember the road on which I came to you.