Nothing in the World

Embracing Life's Price: A Song of Freedom and Sacrifice
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Lyrics

You left me standing on the sidewalk

You abandoned me, leaving me alone on the sidewalk

With my head hung down in a rain storm

I stood there with my head down, experiencing a rainstorm

Blue smoke floating like your holy ghost

Imagery of blue smoke evokes a sense of the departed presence, possibly referring to memories of a person

Round the lamppost, first chapter just begun

Reference to a beginning, the start of a story or relationship around a lamppost


I’ve been waiting my whole life, my whole life

Expressing a lifelong anticipation or yearning

To live a day-dream for free now, live a day dream for free

Desire to experience a daydream without constraints

Freedom comes at a high price, a high price

Highlighting the cost or sacrifice associated with true freedom

Nothing in the world for free, baby, nothing in the world for free

Emphasizing that true freedom has no easy or cost-free path


Nothing in the world for free, right

Reiteration of the idea that nothing in the world is free

You can look all over

Suggesting a search or exploration for something valuable


You can’t play the dusty farmer husband

Discouraging the pursuit of a traditional, mundane life

Out there in the hot sun, don’t get me wrong son

Clarifying that the speaker does not criticize hard work but points out its divergence from personal aspirations

You’ve got different work down town boy

Encouraging engagement in a different, more fulfilling type of work in the urban setting

It’s your true joy, so go on get your job done

Expressing that true joy lies in pursuing one's passions


I’ve got your voice right here

Indication of the lingering influence or impact of the departed person

It’s ringing in my ear

Quoting words of encouragement or advice from the departed individual

“You can’t live your life in fear!”

Encouraging living life without fear, possibly echoing the departed's perspective

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