Australia Free As Stone - Shane Howard Transcribed by Mark Finlayson ([email protected]) Phone calls and taxi rides somebody's leaving Misunderstandings get out of control The right words get left The wrong words get spoken She's gone But not your pride Look at you now You're a picture of sorrow Head in your hands Complete isolation All of the things that seemed so important are leaves And are blowing away Not much can hurt the fool heart hat's breaking You can't find the words You can't hide the feelings It's down to the bone To the heart of the matter You're free Free as stone Walking through Belfast on a cold Sunday morning Young soldiers in their uniforms guns in their hands In a world all cut up with barbed wire fences I'm free I'm free as stone