Well, she cries and she cries
All night to the sound of the freeway hum
And she swears she'll be gone
When the sun hits the ground
And she ain't comin' back to my cell
To my cell
Ooh

Well, she's tired and she's tired
Of this life she's been leadin' too long
And the time turns around
Through these walls that surround
To the chimes of a jailer's song

Oh, but in my four
In my four
In my four, in my four-walled world
In my four
In my four
In my four, in my four-walled world

Yeah, she tries and she tries
But my feet, they just won't leave the ground
And I'm tired and I'm tired
Of this prisoner's life
And these chains that drag me down

Oh, but in my four
In my four
In my four, in my four-walled world
Yeah, in my four
Oh, in my four
In my four, in my four-walled world

Well, she cried and she cried
All night to the sound of the freeway hum
And she swears she'll be gone
When the sun hits the ground
And she ain't, no, she ain't comin' back to my cell

Now the sun is low
These walls try to break my soul
Now the moon is full
And I won't see nothin' tonight but the tear in her eyes
In my four
Yeah, in my four
Yeah, in my four-walled world
Yeah, in my four, oh, my four, yeah, my four
Oh, my four-walled world
Yeah, in my four-walled world
In my four, in my four-walled world
Yeah, in my four, in my four
In my four-walled world, yeah, yeah
In my four-walled world, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, in my four
In my four-walled world, yeah
Four, in my four, in my four-walled world, yeah
In my four-walled world, yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher J. Cornell, Stone C. Gossard