Almost Free

Well, all the boys in the madhouse
Wanna get out
«Do you know?
Do you know what counts?»
My father asks me
As he looks into my eyes
As he has before, a million times
He tells me, «I think I am ready to go,»
I say, «Yeah, dad, I know
I know
I’ve heard you say it before,»
He says, «No, but really, this time I think I’m sure,»
Well, all the boys in the madhouse
Wanna get out
Almost free
Almost free
Is all they’re about
Well, I tell my dad all he wants to hear
Say, «I love you,»
Say, «I need you here,»
I tell my dad all he wants to hear
I say, «I love you,»
Say, «I need you here,»
He says, «Molly, we are almost free
And almost is all we’ll ever be,»