"Aaron, have you ever had a burning in your chest That made you just want to be free?" It was a warm afternoon when she asked him this, As they sat on the shore of the sea Well, Aaron just tugged at his hair and he took A very long time to reply And by the time that he spoke, she'd forgotten she asked And was lost in the clouds of the sky He said, "Kelly, I don't think I've ever wanted as much To be free as I've longed to be known. And of the things that I hate As I look at my life, The worst is my being alone." The rest of his words he kept from her ears Cause he thought she might not understand And she didn't reply. She couldn't figure out how, Cause the fire in her heart had been fanned Oh, of all the things known that he could've spoken that day, He chose one from deep down inside Without intending her to, he caused her to confess Her false confidence and how she had lied She said, "Aaron, I don't think I've ever wanted as much To be free as I've longed to be known. And of the things that I hate As I look at my life, The worst is my being alone." And as they headed home, neither of them could speak a word And they held their own spirits to blame But at the pulse of the waves, they both turned around Surely someone was calling their name Someone was calling their name