Who is that man counting the footsteps behind me?
Does he understand? Can he see all the things that I'm hiding?
Does he know what it's like to be captured? 'Cause I don't and I'll keep it that way
It's a feeling of freedom I'm after, and I hope I find it someday
* So I can stop running from all the things that I have done
And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh
Who is that man walking the pavement beside me?
Does he understand? Or is he judging the person inside me?
And does he know what it's like to be captured?
'Cause I don't and I'll keep it that way
It's a feeling of freedom I'm after, and I hope I find it someday
( * )
And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh
