Adventures of the Free - BrainStorm

when he was a boy

he played with his toys

in the back of the bush

where he once used to hide

he rarely thought

life would follow a plot

to become what his parents

would never find right

dad at his age

had his newspaper rage

never leaving a page

out of his sight

mother was cooking

always good looking

taking her boy to church every sunday

‘cos they wished for their boy all the best in the world

luminous diamonds and sparkling gold, oh Lord

they never forgot to take care of their hope

good looking gardens and fashionable clothes, oh Lord

as the boy got older

took his mom by the shoulder

and this is what he told her:

«i see through your code»

not long after dinner

he felt as a winner

packing his bag

and hitting the road

the parents were grieving

the road it was weaving

uphill to the east

like a tale of a dog

he didn’t look back

at the past that was wack

at least that was something that stuck in his mind

‘cos he thought he knew better what is best in the world

to fill up the sentence with his own words, for sure

he never forgot to take care of his hope

to play his own music with his own chords, for sure

when he was tired and restless

he couldn’t fall asleep

he craved to sail the ocean

others see too deep

his foolishness is lazy

and so is sanity

he saw the world as endless

adventures of the free

so, he didn’t look back

at the past that seemed wack

as he got to the top of the hill he stopped

took a deep breath and ran right before

he jumped into freedom and tasted its glamour

nights that made sick to his stomach

«freeyourmind» sessions with hippies all summer

he’s been behind bars in stripped pajamas

sang hallelujah and hare rama

he met the pope and dalailamaate with osama and ms.

obama

felt the cold in siberia and heat in bahamas

the further he went the more he missed dad&mama

missed dad&mama.

passing the bush

where he once used to hide

he’s at the door

about to step inside

the house he has left

many years ago

now, the circle is done

like it was his goal

his foolishness was lazy

and so was sanity

he saw the world as endless

adventures of the free

the story is over

but then it continues

simply just like they sing in the blues

if no one sends a letter

you were not receiving

you can’t go home

if you were never leaving