She called me on the phone
She could tell by the sound of my voice
I was sitting home all alone
She said to me in a whispering tone:
Do you believe?
Do you believe in liberation?
Can you understand liberation?
Are you afraid of liberation?
I am afraid of liberation
I admit I'm afraid
She sent me a letter
I got it in the mail
I broke the seal
And I read that letter
She had beautiful handwriting
She had a beautiful hand
She had beautiful handwriting
And this is what I read:
Do you believe in liberation?
Can you understand liberation?
Are you afraid of liberation?
I am afraid of liberation
I admit I'm afraid
She saw me on the street
She tugged at my shirtsleeve
She handed me a leaflet
I put it in my pocket
I was doing my laundry
I checked my pocket
I produced the leaflet
Which I proceeded to read
Do you believe in liberation?
Can you understand liberation?
Are you afraid of liberation?
I am afraid of liberation
I admit I'm afraid
She knocked on my front door
Got me out of bed
I turned on my porch light
I looked out my peep hole
I seen her starting to jerk
I seen her starting to shake
I seen her about to spill over
When she started to speak she said:
Do you believe?