Free

Trucks are rolling

Up and down this highway

I can hear them

From this roadside motel bed

Headlights flash

Outside my window

And they race across

The ceiling over head

I am free that’s what I wanted

I meant it when I said we’re through

So why then am I being haunted

By thoughts of reaching out for you

It’s hard to adjust to this situation

Moving on alone after we got lost

I know you left a key over the doorway

Maybe I should give you a call

But I’m free that’s what I wanted

I meant it when I said we’re through

So why then am I being haunted

By thoughts of reaching out for you

Maybe if I’d tried a little harder

Maybe if we’d fought just a little bit less

Just maybe all this hurt and anger

Is the price of happiness

I am free that’s what I wanted

I should be feeling ten feet tall

But being free with too many memories

Isn’t really free at all