Emily shrugs and drags her heels as she takes the guided tour
It seemed like such an amazing deal
When she was looking at the brochure

Stuck on a bus with strangers
Wishing she could be ay home
With me poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?

Lyin in bed
The pain in my head
From running around all day
Tryin to find what was rightfully mine
But I ran out of things to say

Runnin around with strangers
Wishing she could run away with me..
Poor little emily,
How does it feel to be free

From familiar fingertips
To a persecuted grip?
From the pan into the fire
Now a thread becomes a wire
Under which you must crawl
Through a ditch and over the wall

Emily works her fingers
Right down to her aching bones
While my aching heads got me stuck
In bed working on being alone

Working around the clock
Wishing she had worked it out with me
Poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?
Poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?
Poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?