I know a man who wants his name to be independence

He wants to walk down the highway alone

He said he never wants to know the meaning of the word dependence

He said living this way he would never go wrong

He'd be free from love, free from me

But I see a man struggling with acceptance

Struggling with the words, daddy please come home

I see a man standing backwards on the frontline

Backwards on the front line of battlefields of dreams gone wrong

BUT he's free from LOVE AND he’s free. My baby is free of me. And now I'm standing on the outside of his existence

Standing on that battlefield of my own

And somewhere down the road my name became independence

I got to tell you, now baby, there ain't nothing going wrong because I'm free from your love. I'm free from me