Lyrics

You got a good hold on your vocabulary
You got your credo tattooed on your forehead
Spouting slogans like a little caged canary
Go ahead and follow where you?re led.

I see you?ve got your little post-modern philosophy
With your $40 ?Dead? shirt and your ?three chords and the truth?
But in all your purging and your pruning and your preening
Tell me, just what are you prepared to lose?

Maybe there?s a wind you?ll find that you can ride to freedom
I?ll be your ride?s just primed to take you into Eden
You?ve got your bags all packed, but you ain?t leaving
No you ain?t leaving (baby)


Step off that freedom train
Take a look around, don?t you recognize this place
Wipe off that sneer put on this grin
Ain?t it good to be home again?

I know you gotta make your own mistakes, can?t take that from you
Got no problem with your need to be yourself
But you been riding on that fence like it?ll take you somewhere
And here you are still sitting on the shelf

You know I?ve always had a soft spot for you
I?ve seen you take your life every way from fat to thin
And I?d be lying if I said I wasn?t hoping
Someday your heart would call you back again

Maybe there?s a life you?ll find that you can call the real one
Your little place in time where you can find your healing
I hope you know the tie that binds us is a strong one
I just hope it?s strong enough?.


Step off that freedom train
Take a look around, don?t you recognize my face
Wipe off those tears put on this grin
Ain?t it good to be home again

©1999 B. Dawson ASCAP