Adventures Of The Free — Brainstorm

when he was a boy he played with his toys in the back of the bush where he once used to hide

he rarely thought life would follow a plot to become what his parents would never find right

dad at his age had his newspaper rage never leaving a page out of his sight

mother was cooking always good looking taking her boy to church every sunday

‘cos they wished for their boy all the best in the world luminous diamonds and sparkling gold, oh Lord they never forgot to take care of their hope good looking gardens and fashionable clothes, oh Lord

as the boy got older took his mom by the shoulder and this is what he told her: „i see through your code“

not long after dinner he felt as a winner packing his bag and hitting the road

the parents were grieving the road it was weaving uphill to the east like a tale of a dog

he didn’t look back at the past that was wack at least that was something that stuck in his mind

‘cos he thought he knew better what is best in the world to fill up the sentence with his own words, for sure he never forgot to take care of his hope to play his own music with his own chords, for sure

when he was tired and restless he couldn’t fall asleep he craved to sail the ocean others see too deep his foolishness is lazy and so is sanity he saw the world as endless adventures of the free

so, he didn’t look back at the past that seemed wack as he got to the top of the hill he stopped took a deep breath and ran right before

he jumped into freedom and tasted its glamour nights that made sick to his stomach „freeyourmind“ sessions with hippies all summer he’s been behind bars in stripped pajamas sang hallelujah and hare rama he met the pope and dalailamaate with osama and ms. obama felt the cold in siberia and heat in bahamas the further he went the more he missed dad&mama missed dad&mama..

passing the bush where he once used to hide he’s at the door about to step inside

the house he has left many years ago now, the circle is done like it was his goal

his foolishness was lazy and so was sanity he saw the world as endless adventures of the free

the story is over but then it continues simply just like they sing in the blues

if no one sends a letter you were not receiving you can’t go home if you were never leaving