The way that houses burn
When they burn down
And all they leave is ashes
On the front page of the town

And the reporter tells
Of a fiery dawn
And one long lost treasure
Thrown out on the lawn
Sudden freedom found

There was the girl next door
Who begged you stay
The way that whiskey pours from bottles
And pulls you to the morning after

But now your taste for love
Is not as strong
As your appetite for lonesome
Makes her night seem too long
Sudden freedom found

The way that horses run
When they break free
And all they leave is dust
Settling down outside fences
Like ashes
Sudden freedom found
Sudden freedom found