Alarm clocks and morning lines,
heavy steps, we are out of time.
Shoes by the door, lists to keep,
promises we barely sleep.
Lunch packed tight, calendars full,
days on rails, hard to pull.
Everything that has to be,
waiting quietly for me.
I do what I have to do,
but I still remember you.
I wanna be free, just for a while,
sleep till noon, lose track of time.
Stay up late without the cost,
without the fear of what I lost.
I wanna be free, feel it again,
days with no edges, no when.
I know it fades, but still I see,
how good it felt to just be free.
Holiday shoes still by the wall,
sand in pockets, postcards small.
Laughing late, waking slow,
days that asked for nothing though.
Time was wide, nights were kind,
no tomorrow on my mind.
Now the silence feels so thin,
as the routine pulls me in.
I love this life, I really do,
still I miss that other view.
I wanna be free, just for a while,
choose my pace, choose my smile.
Be alone or be with friends,
no deadline breathing down my neck.
I wanna be free, feel it again,
where days begin but never end.
I know it fades, but still I see,
how good it felt to just be free.
Maybe freedom is a sound,
somewhere lost and sometimes found.
Not a place or time to own,
just a feeling coming home.
I wanna be free, not run away,
just loosen up the every day.
Hold that feeling, quietly,
until it comes back naturally.
I wanna be free, and maybe then,
learn how to breathe inside the rest again.
I go back, but something stays,
a borrowed light from freer days.
