Open Letter – Caedmon’s Call – letras

Well, I’m finding the green cleared from my eyesI am young and I am deep within the woodsWhat I’m discovering is far from the land I’ve heard tell ofBut I’m not so vain to think that I’m the firstThe first to see and to turn their eyes awayAnd I know that’s not a popular approachAnd I’m also learning the rules to the game I’m supposed to playAnd they are proving to be far beyond reproachAnd just ’cause we subscribe to different pathsDoesn’t give you right to just sit and laughCan you still see from whence you’ve come’Cause I won’t bow down to a place so lowI think that you’re wrong and I think you’re wrongI hope you don’t mind me saying soIt’s not as though this truck’s been up on blocks for years in my front yardWaiting for the fuel of you to make it goWell, I guess it all depends on who you answer toCause I still believe it’s Who not what you knowWhy don’t you write me a letter or call me on the phoneTell me of all the big important things we’ll doI know you’re understanding of what freedom means to meBut I bet you won’t mention how you’ll hide me till I belong to youAll of these things you say I lackYou can keep just give my innocence backIf it comes right down to yes or noJust lock the door and on my way I’ll goWell don’t call usWe will call you