Ride

There's a window in my bedroom
Where the wind sneaks through
There's a rock where my pillow used to be
There's a crack in my dreams
Where the truth slips through
And I'm on my way to freedom now

Ride, ride, ride
They call my bus the freedom line
Free, free, free
I won't be turning back this time

There's trouble in your home
It's built into the bricks
And there's nothing you can do to change it
And you can tell yourselves
The same old lies
They just won't stand up in the light of day

Ride, ride, ride
They call your bus the freedom line
Free, free, free
You won't be turning back this time

Light a candle on the altar
Before you go
Say a prayer for the ones you leave behind
I put a light in my window
And it's gonna burn for us too
Now we got to step up and ride

Ride, ride, ride
They call our bus the freedom line
Free, free, free
We won't be turning back this time