Lyric

I had one hand on the door

One foot out of the blame

The air almost knew me

Then somebody said my name

I saw the streetlight bend

Like it wanted me to go

But memory held my sleeve

With a fist made out of snow

I was almost free

Almost gone from the life they made for me

Almost clean, almost new

Then the past walked back in wearing you

I packed up every silence

Folded fear into a bag

Left the key on the table

Left the old room turning black

But the floor knew my weakness

And the walls knew where I’d break

Every step toward freedom

Had your shadow in its wake

I was almost free

Almost gone from the life they made for me

Almost clean, almost new

Then the past walked back in wearing you

One more breath

One more street

One more second

Out of reach

I was almost free

So close I could taste the air leaving me

Almost out, almost through

But fear knows every door I run to

I was almost free

Almost free