Story Behind The Song
Stephen Shannon and I got together and wrote songs together. We work on the songs in my studio.
Song Description
This song is for all those poeple in the world, like me, who feel like they don't belong. But on the other hand if you think that way, you never will -- belong. So I wrote this to explain that fact to myself.
| Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Glad, Distressed |
Subject |
Freedom, UFOs |
| Similar Artists |
The Byrds, R.E.M. |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Break Out. Open up your in between
Look out from under the heat of your machine
Off the prarie roads there's a pile of broken dreams
An equation of spaces in a field of circles
Slip out from the party unseen and keep on going
Don't stop til you make it to the coast of all your pain
If that brain inside were to be put into your pocket
You'd enjoy your first steps outside the rocket
Freedom. Freedom. Freedom
You slept with every bad thought that ever wore a dress
Helped yourself to too much and now you won't confess
It pays to think and try but not to think and think
There's help for a world like yours, when you get to, the brink
Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.
It comes from you. It runs from you
It runs from you. It hunts for you.
Break Out. Open up your in between
Look out from under the heat of your machine
Off the prarie roads there's a pile of broken dreams
An equation of spaces in a field of purpose