You say you’re having trouble
And all you do is struggle
You want that easy road
It may not exist (i)
Does it exist (iii)
I hate to burst your bubble
But the thing that you call trouble
Can straighten out
And then again just twist

You can’t close a blind eye
To what you know is true
You don’t want to see
What’s happening to you
You get in deep and it gets rough
You get brave and you strut your stuff
You try to break free
But you don’t know what it takes

You say you’re bound to feel this way
That’s all I ever hear you say
You’re not bound to any old circumstance
You’re only free if you want to be
Stay a slave if it’s easy that way
You always end up running
Every time you get another chance