The Prisoner
KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
Thanking you for openining my eyes so clear, sweeping old illusions from my soul
But most of all for turning something simple and sincere
Into somethin' jaded and as jive as rock and roll
Ain't you always looked at lovin' like a four letter word
That I've made up to make you ill at ease
I fought to free you from your castle of despair, 'til I saw the prisoner wall was me
See the soul who calls itself a prisoner 'cause it's still too frightened to be free
I feel so much older now and wiser, ain't it sad how lonesome that can be
Ain't you always looked...