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...