Story Behind the Song
Written by Jeff Chaffa. This one's about my two years in Boulder. The beauty and the hypocrisy of some of the hippies I met who, turns out, were on trust funds and weren't so "Free" after all.
Lyrics
You say How much?
I say How far?
Would you believe, were taking that car?
Dont know but sometimes, the snow was like rain.
The colder the night, the closer it came.
The closer it came.
We break down in no mans land.
Crashed out in this field, high, underneath the sand.
No more childrens dreams, were high above it now.
Crashed out in this field, I understand it now.
Captured by your heart.
And who you are . . . and how far.
You tell me how free you are
But how much do you know?
You tell me how free you are
But listen to the roar
Listen to the roar.
Did you even know his name?
How much did you pay him?
You said Its long time it came.
You say How much?
Well, you can go far, if you wish on a star.
We break down in no mans land.
Crashed out in this field, high, underneath the sand.
No more childrens dreams, were high above it now.
Crashed out in this field, I understand it now.
Captured by your heart.
And who you are . . . and how far.
You tell me how free you are
But how much do you know?
You tell me how free you are
But listen to the roar
Listen to the roar.
And if you go down to where you must find the ground
Of everything you ever had, and everything you are
Its not how high you are,
But how much do you know.
You tell me how free you are
But listen to the roar
And how far youve gone.
And if you go down to where you must find the ground
Of everything you ever had, and everything you are.
Its not how high you are
But how much do you know . . .
Listen to the roar . . .
Listen to the roar.
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