Come with me. I won´t hide
We´re going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we´re young and almost free

I´ve got to lose this skin I´m imprisoned in
Got to lose this skin I´m imprisoned in

Do not turn or hate to see
All the things you think we´ve got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of Lot

We´re alone or so they say
We´re not on our own in that way
When we´re alone it´s real tough going
We can take a part in someone else´s play

Come with me, I thought he said
But that´s not him anymore, he´s dead
What´s it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me