The Warden

The warden stands tall as he walks down the hall

Puts all our lives on the shelf

Holding the keys to our miseries

How does he live with himself?

How does the warden sleep at night

After the long day's through?

Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?

Is he a prisoner too?

Down in this pen full of sorrow and sin

Do the days weigh on his chest?

When the warden goes home

To his house made of stone

How does he get any rest?

How does the warden sleep at night

After the long day's through?

Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?

Is he a prisoner too?

Oh warden, hey warden

Are you so different than me?

Hey warden, warden

What does it mean to be free?

I look through the bars to look at the stars

And we're all the same so it seems

And just like me I wonder if he

Can ever find peace in his dreams

How does the warden sleep at night

After the long day's through?

Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?

Is he a prisoner too?

Are you a prisoner too?