Intro :
There's a boy on the bridge, and he's looking ahead,
With con fusion in his eyes.
There's a man on the ridge, who is laughing out loud,
Heavily in disguise.
There's a girl on the lake, reflecting her thoughts,
Which she kisses away with sighs.
What would you do in this boy's place;
Move on or compromise ?
Freedom of choice is a hell of a burden;
Maybe living for kicks is wise ?
Instrumental : (x2)
There's a town far below, that is calling him home,
Where his friends got bored and laid .
There's a hill up ahead, with a mountain behind,
With a pub that is barren and frayed.
What would you do in this boy's place;
Move on or compromise ?
Freedom of choice is a hell of a burden;
Maybe living for kicks is wise ?
'Cos he wants to be free, but he' s frightened to be a-lone.
'Cos he wants to be free, but he' s frightened to be a-lone.
'Cos he wants to be free, but he' s frightened to be a-lone.
Instrumental : (x4)
What would you do in this boy's place;
Move on or compromise ?
Freedom of choice is a hell of a burden;
Maybe living for kicks is wise ?
'Cos he wants to be free, but he' s frightened to be a-lone.
'Cos he wants to be free, but he' s frightened to be a-lone.
'Cos he wants to be free, but he' s frightened to be a-lone.
Finale : (x4)