I only wrote of what was happening at the time
I only quoted what I heard or saw
A man stood on a windowsill
A sudden bid for freedom
Now he's lying still
Free from all oppression
No one left to tell him what to do or say
Surely that is not the way
I often wonder why they've put me in this prison cell
I wonder what would've happened if I told them lies
Something came crashing through a window
A man or a woman
Hell
I don't know
I was just driving my car along the road
At that time of night there is not much light
To see anything
I don't know anymore
I'm not allowed to talk
Anymore