Open Letter

Well, I'm finding the green cleared from my eyes

I am young and I am deep within the woods

What I'm discovering is far from the land I've heard tell of

But I'm not so vain to think that I'm the first



The first to see and to turn their eyes away

And I know that's not a popular approach

And I'm also learning the rules to the game I'm supposed to play

And they are proving to be far beyond reproach



And just 'cause we subscribe to different paths

Doesn't give you right to just sit and laugh



Can you still see from whence you've come

'Cause I won't bow down to a place so low

I think that you're wrong and I think you're wrong

I hope you don't mind me saying so



It's not as though this truck's been up on blocks for

years in my front yard

Waiting for the fuel of you to make it go

Well, I guess it all depends on who you answer to

Cause I still believe it's Who not what you know



Why don't you write me a letter or call me on the phone

Tell me of all the big important things we'll do

I know you're understanding of what freedom means to me

But I bet you won't mention how you'll hide me till I belong to you



All of these things you say I lack

You can keep just give my innocence back



If it comes right down to yes or no

Just lock the door and on my way I'll go



Well don't call us

We will call you