Far down the road
a pioneer performs an episode
he cant pull you thru
a lesser man would hand a map to you
so make no mistake
The lines are drawn, but not to fade away

you might call it an altruistic fate

Gone with the wind
and subtle things to keep you settled in
so don't cry to me
about the freedom we will never see
and make no mistake
I see your troubles, many miles away

you might call it, my altruistic trait

So there's no more guessing on what's best for me
I'll take my chances long before I'm free

Down in the sea
a thousand soldiers who have died for me
singing "i'll set you free"
and it's just the aftermath in penalty
so make no mistake
when reparations have the final say

you might call it...... an ALTRUISTIC HOLIDAY
So there's no more guessing on what's best for me
I'll take my chances long before I'm free
no more blessings without guarantees
I'll take my chances long before I'm free