Portugal. The Man, Son Little, Richie Havens - Number One lyrics

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone

When the morning came like another's pain
But didn't know to fade like
The sound it made
Let's go down the drain with the falling rain
Wash away the stains in the evening shade

It's that suffering, don't know why it brings
Such sweet memories will be the end of me

But you'll come out all right
I know it seems there's no end in sight
But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight
But ya don't, no, no, but ya don't, no, no

No, no, no no, no, no
No, no, no

All the trails we blazed have
Long since been paved
Leading the modern age on down memory lane
Can't turn the page like it's just a phase
Somehow still be amazed that
The leaves had changed

It's that suffering, don't know why it brings
Such sweet memories will be the end of me

But you'll come out all right
I know it seems there's no end in sight
But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight
But ya don't, no, no, but ya don't, no, no
But you'll come out all right
I know it seems there's no end in sight
But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight
But ya don't, no, no, but ya don't, no, no

Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
When I need my brother, yeah
Father, yeah, sister, yeah
Mother, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's gonna be all right, telling white lies
Of late nights 'til the sunrise
Cause when we rise up we rise up above
All of the chaos to get lost
Don't make me, don't make me wake up
Cause I'm gonna be like a drug
That never gets old or gives hope
But, baby, you make me feel loved