To Be Free

Once in a house on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart
For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
Until I had no home
So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then I started to think:
It shouldn’t hurt me to be free
It’s what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it’s so good being free
Would you mind telling me Why I don’t know what to do with myself
There’s a bar by the dock
Where I found myself
Drinking with this man
He offered me a cigarette
And I accepted
'cause its been a very long time
As it burnt to the end
I thought of the boy
No-one could ever forget
It shouldn’t hurt me to be free
It’s what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it’s so good being free
Would you mind telling me Why I don’t know to do with myself?
It shouldn’t hurt me to be free
It’s what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it’s so good being free
Would you mind telling me Why I don’t know what do to with myself?
… to pull myself together
But if it’s so good being free
Would you mind telling me Why I don’t know what to do with myself?