Free World - Martin Sexton

I've been stemmin' for change and singing in these streets now 
Long as I care to recall 
The dank little loung room in the Roosevelt hotel 
My idea of a holiday 
Every once in a while 
A little old light shines through my tunnel 
So I follow it like a moth flies to the flame. 

And just when I think I got my world by the balls 
I find I'm dancin' in the light again 
Dancing in the light 
Of a speeding freight train 
Singing it's hard 
Living in the free world 
Getting saved by the bell 
People find my company 
To be strange as hell 

Looking back on aspirations and dreams 
My father he had in mind for me 
Moon lights the tracks and broken glass as I recall 
Those plans I left so far behind 
And I know it's better off he never saw me this way 
He always told me donÕt let the devil have his due 
And I know my father would turn over in his grave 

To see me hog tied to the chain 
Or dancing in the light 
Of a speeding freight train 

Singing it's hard 
Living in the free world 
Getting saved by the bell 
People find my company 
To be strange as hell 

And its only getting harder in this free world 
With all this strugglin g and strain 
People find my sweet peace of mind 
In the pouring rain 

As the storm moves in ain't no friends to be found 
So I sit Ôneath this dream and bridge for a while 
And it seems that my mind is in pieces on the ground 

Singing it's hard 
Living in the free world 
Getting saved by the bell 
Mostly find my jesus 
In the pouring rain 
I'm living in the free world