(Tymon Dogg)Come with me. I won't hideWe're going on a rideWe meet each day, use time to seeWhile we're young and
almost freeI've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned inGot to lose this skin I'm imprisoned inDo not turn or hate to seeA
ll the things you think we've gotDo not turn or hate to seeWhat happened to the wife of LotWe're alone or so they sayWe're
not on our own in that wayWhen we're alone it's real tough goingWe can take a part in someone else's playCome with me, I t
hought he saidBut that's not him anymore, he's deadWhat's it like to be so freeSo free it looks like lost to me