Staring at the dark again, you left your silhouette upon my pillow - hey, hey  Right inside the night, I'm waiting for the light, seems like I'm in the middle - hey, hey    Workin for something that I can't touch and sometimes can't even believe in - woh, woh  Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight - so tight    They call me free  But I call me a fool - hey, hey  They call me free  But I call me a fool - hey, hey    Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me - Oh, no, no, no  So I pray in May for June to stay, but she just came to wash into the sea - away    And they call me free  But I call me a fool - hey, hey  They call me free  But I call me a fool - heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, hey    Slipped down to Mexico, started messin with her yellow afro  Slipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout Pistol Pete, well  Slipped down to the African, started talkin bout what she can do  Well here we are again, back where we started  Slipped down to the dark again, you left your silhouette on my pillow - yeah, yeah  Well I'm right inside the night, I'm waitin for the light  Seems like I'm in the, seems like I'm always in the middle    They call me free  They call me free  Free  But I call me a...