Somethings Wrong
Things got real, I ran,
Wondering if I had what it takes to be a man,
Thinking I was cut from that stock,
I'd listen all day, but when it came time to walk,
I would stumble in and out of that blue,
The only fear I had was hearing half of the story.

Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
Something is wrong.

I'd start the day by drawing my conclusions,
Only in the moments when I needed belief,
To battle what I thought was confusion,
I'd come to find my struggle was hearing myself speak,
In the wind, like a promise meant nothing,
Speaking like a promise meant nothing.

Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
Something is wrong.
Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
Something is desperately wrong.
Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
Something is wrong.
Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
Something is desperately wrong.