So what’s the role?
The role of man
So what’s the goal?
The upper hand
Wherever you’ll be
Halfway you could meet me

Your shadow falls
Onto this land
You leave no footprints
You leave no footprints

Wherever you’ll be
Halfway you could meet me

But you’re digging in your heels
Sticking to your guns
Holding out for freedom
Holding out for freedom

I stand accused
Of one and all
You seem amused
A little cold

Wherever you’ll be
Halfway you could meet me

We speak of pasts
Future’s today
Then in a whisper
It’s wished away
Wherever you’ll be
Halfway you could meet me

But you’re digging in your heels (your heels)
Sticking to your guns (your guns)
Holding out for freedom (freedom)
Holding out for freedom (freedom)

Man of steel of stone
Precious won’t show
There you go
Stand firm
You can’t afford to make a wrong turn
You can’t afford to make a wrong turn

What makes you tick?
What makes you talk?
What gets you going?
What sets you off?
Wherever you’ll be, halfway you could meet me

But you’re digging in your heels (your heels)
Sticking to your guns (your guns)
Holding out for freedom (freedom)
Holding out for freedom (freedom)

But you’re digging in your heels (digging in your heels)
Sticking to your guns (your guns)
Holding out for freedom (digging in your heels) (freedom)
Holding out for freedom (freedom)

Freedom