LIBERTY

I MISSED YOU FROM THE EDGES OF OBLIVION
I WAS STANDING THERE IN THE RAIN
I GUESS I MUST HAVE WALKED MYSELF HERE
THROUGH ALL THE PLEASURE AND THE PAIN
AND YOUR GOSPEL
HAS BEEN LAID ON MY BED
AND YOUR CROWN
SET HERE ON MY HEAD
AND I AM DRUNKEN
OR SO I AM TOLD
IS IT POISON
OR JUST A GHOST THERE
IN YOUR BONES
I HAVE SOMETHING INSIDE ME
LIKE AN OLD TIME LIBERTY
YOU KEEP PROCLAIMING OUR FREEDOM
BUT I DON’T THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
FOR IT’S A LONG LONG ROAD
FOR THE SEEKER
CHASING DOWN A MYSTERY
BUT I KNOW
ALL THE PROPHETS ARE PRISONERS
UNTIL ALL THE PRISONERS ARE FREE.