Once in a house on a hill
a boy got angry
he broke into my heart.
For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
until I had no hope.
So I came down the hill
of course I was hurt
but then I started to think
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what I really need
to pull myself together.
But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what to do with myself.
There's a bar by the dock
where I found myself
drinking with this man.
He offered me a cigarette
and I accepted
'cause it's been a very long time.
As it burned 'till the end
I thought of the boy
no one could ever forget.
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what I really need
to pull myself together.
But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what to do with myself.
To pull myself together.
But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what to do with myself.
To pull myself together.
But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what to do with myself.