Broken Freedom Song

Got a song about a soldier, Ridin' somewhere on a train Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder And some pills to ease the pain Started drinkin' in El Paso, He was drunk in San Antone, Tellin' strangers who were sleepin' How he hated goin' home Just a simple song of freedom, He was never fightin' for, No one's listenin' when you need 'em, Ain't no fun to sing that song no more. Got a song about a sister, Waitin' somewhere by the phone, For some man who never missed her, Ever since he come and gone And its harder for a woman, With a baby on the way, That's the price of bein' human, When you're poor enough to pay, So she listens to the freedom, In the silence at her door No one's missin' 'til you need 'em Ain't no fun to sing that song no more Got a song about a Savior, Lookin' lonesome and afraid, At a city full of strangers, And a cross He never made And He's sadder than He's wiser, And a longer way from home, And He wonders why His Father, Left Him bleeding and alone. Just a broken song of freedom, And the closing of a door, No one's missin' 'til you need 'em Ain't no fun to sing that song no more. --- Broken Freedom Song - Kris Kristofferson