Free?

On the tangent of metaphysics, I caught the following lyric from Dark New Day, one of my favorite new bands. Makes me think of Sam - but there's precious little media that doesn't make me think of Sam.

Can you fly without your wings on board?
It seems pretty unfair to end up on the floor.
Paying for a crime you weren't charged for,
Alive in a world that always wants more.
Is it any wonder that you're falling back inside the pattern that defines all you lack?
Don't you want to get into your car and get out of this town?

Free? Now are you? Is it life that holds us down?
Free? How are you? When I'm stuck here on the ground.