I finally got my feet wet, can I commit to this rising sea or am I coming home? I feel like I got a freight train hit down on me, but I'm somehow holding on. I lay awake at night and dream of things, but they can't see. Well I try to reconcile all the plans they've made for me. And they tell me, realize my freedom while I'm on my own. But there's nothing free about being alone. I have tried temptation, someone to have and to hold. I've tried medication, to fill the void in my soul. I've tried contemplation, I thought I could think myself home, But there's nothing free about being alone. Most folks can change their philosophy to get a leg up in the game. Me, I'm just stuck here with what I believe, and it ain't got no fancy name. I don't trust myself with life's beautiful things. My stone hands and heart can break whatever it builds. Well I try to reconcile all the plans they've made for me. And they tell me, realize my freedom while I'm on my own. But there's nothing free about being alone. I have tried temptation, someone to have and to hold. I've tried medication, to fill the void in my soul. I've tried contemplation, I thought I could think myself home, But there's nothing free about being alone. I have tried temptation, someone to have and to hold. I've tried medication, to fill the void in my soul. I've tried contemplation, I thought I could think myself home, But there's nothing free about being alone.