On the killing floor pieces still remain of the fight before, of the old refrain,
And after all I've learned, well, I'll be here again,
To get to someplace real takes a long, slow crawl,
Some get far afield, some don't try at all,
But if you do the same things you'll get the same results.
Chained to the past, chained to the fear,
Chains on the floor, broken for years,
Freedom is calling me and my heart races,
I feel it in the broken places.
Every diver knows there's a lot at stake, but to the depths he goes as the water breaks,
And for every shipwreck, well, there's a pearl he takes.
Chained to the past, chained to the fear,
Chains on the floor, broken for years,
Freedom is calling me and my heart races,
I feel it in the broken places.
Time may fly, but I…I'm not too old,
And I…I'm not too high and I'm not too cold,
Well, these golden threads that I nearly sold for the nice warm bed and no place to go.
Chained to the past, chained to the fear,
Chains on the floor, broken for years,
Freedom is calling me and my heart races,
I feel it in the broken places,
Chained to the past, chained to the fear,
Chains on the floor, broken for years,
Freedom calls me and my heart races,
I feel it in the broken places.
