Walking down your street last night where you and I began I looked up to the room where my loving said I want to be your man it ended in an empty room where no love could be found I won't make that mistake again this time around Nobody can speak of freedom whatever battles they have won or see into the future when they're staring at the sun ritual and magic in the cradle of the night tender and barbaric we went drifting spinning to the light sing me songs of true romance and how to take that higher ground and maybe we'll have half a chance this time around Loaded for that last caress when I dressed your body down your mind was in some other country you'd already gone I stood there like some helpless child hoping to be found I won't make that mistake again this time around