Some Prisons Don't Have Walls
Byron Hill / George Bryon Hill / Mike Dekle
As I walk down this busy street
I think about your leaving
How my life may never be the same
I know I should be planning ways
To enjoy this endless freedom
Losing you has put my heart in chains.
Darling, some prisons don`t have walls
Your memory won't let me go at all
I found no way out since you`ve been gone
Some prisons don`t have walls.
Every night I turn the tv on
To break the sound of silence
For a while it takes you off my mind
Just when I feel over you reality surrounds me.
There I am right back doing time.