fell back to the real world, 9:20 on a saturday   so it seems it's you and I in harm's familiar way   walk out on the front porch, no nothing's gonna keep us in   we're making it up again      smell the basil growing and diesel from the german car   get out on the highway, we can wonder where we are   but nothing's really broken, I'm banking on the deep within   and making it up again      look out any window over any city street   pick up innuendos from the strangers that you meet   work out every rhythm from the voices down the phone   they call the freedom freedom 'cause they're never free to go      look out any window on a long forgotten town   waiting on the moon's glow and a high and lonesome sound   locked into their houses, they will always be alone   just calling freedom freedom 'cause they're never free to go      Natalie, you're changing; I see it in your pretty face   so it seems your porcelain is softening to clay   I know what your doing, I love you because you don't give in   you're making it up again