Who is that man counting the footsteps behind me? Does he understand? Can he see all the things that I'm hiding? Does he know what it's like to be captured? 'Cause I don't and I'll keep it that way It's a feeling of freedom I'm after And I hope I find it someday So I can stop running From all the things that I have done And I can stop running From whatever I've become, ooh Who is that man walking the pavement beside me? Does he understand? Or is he judging the person inside me? And does he know what it's like to be captured? 'Cause I don't and I'll keep it that way It's a feeling of freedom I'm after And I hope I find it someday So I can stop running from all the things that I have done And I can stop running from whatever I've become So I can stop running from all the things that I have done And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh, ooh And I can stop running (I'll stop running) I can stop running Ooh, I can stop running, running And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh