I was traveling mostly on dreams and hopes
The coming site ways better than the one before
Behind the next horizon, what I wanted to see
Bound on moving to be free
Do you know what it means to be driven?
Do you know what it means to be true?
Do you know what it means to be shackled to the road?
Do you know, do you know?
Well I read that letter from John Anglin
He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, for some rest
Even though he could flee, in the end he wasn't free
Far from home, freedom won't last
But all the time, there's that thought, at the back of my mind
Like I forgot something important that I left behind
To run didn't help to shake that feeling off
I was hiding cause I was lost
Was I right to run, that's what I'm asking
Was I right to pack my bag and leave my home
Was I right to run from my devils and deeds
They're still here, they're still here
Well I read that letter from John Anglin
He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, for some rest
Even though he could flee, in the end he wasn't free
Far from home, freedom won't last