They say, "Write what you know." This song doesn't fall under that category. And the title is a bit of a twist; it's often used here in the United States for purposes other than the one I've tasked it with.
I wake up in my buddy Dave's apartment
The sound of the ball game fills the air
Last week I was right there cheering with him
Today I can't bring myself to care
Isn't this what I hoped for?
Didn't I want some time for me?
Didn't I say I wanted my freedom?
But freedom isn't free . . .
Dave says I need to go out dancing
He says his sister has a friend or two
But I just shake my head, I'm not ready
It's going to take some time to work this through
I can eat green peppers and zucchini
And things she never wanted in a meal
But I just put my fork back on the table
Food just doesn't have that much appeal
I know I need to get my act together
Go out, face the world and stand up tall
But right now if it wasn't for the sadness
I wouldn't feel anything at all