Yeah, i left my past I hitchhiked away from bad times Now i try to get used to The freedom to speak what's on my mind When it turn to tears ... i wonder why - The dreams were under my pillow But, there are no answers Yeah, love is a riddle Yeah, so many times When i complain about life I'm unsatisfied I guess it's not about the car that i drive - Or the house i can't buy It's dry tears that i cry I know that all i need is That it's easy and free Between you and me Yeah, tear down my littlewall And drag me away from old trouble I feel there's a hand now That keeps me from gettin' too close today Yeah, so many times...