Free

(Beth Nielsen Chapman/Annie Roboff)

I had it tough when I was just a little kid
It didn't matter what I thought it didn't matter what I did

I felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start

It did a number on my head but it could never touch my heart

Cause I had just enough imagination

Just enough to keep the faith
That somehow I would think of what to do
When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion

All the angels came along to help me through

Life pulls fast changes

Wind blows past pages
All I see is, I don't need this
Highstrung tight rope walks
Ticking time bomb clocks
Scratch my name off, cut these chains

I'm free... Kicking out of that prison
I'm free... Singing those words of wisdom
Let it be... Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me.

I've slammed the doors I've jammed the locks
And in the stress to be the best I've done it all

Laid the bricks, I've built the walls

No one could tell me back then why joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery locked up deep down inside of me

Took that rage and I
Turned that page and I
Packed my tools, went back to school

And I've passed my graduation
I hold my Ph. D. in crash test blues
I've paid those dues

I'm free...

Repeat Chorus

Time flied by in photographs

Here I stand in ruby slippers
And paper scraps and songs
Three taps takes me home... I'm free...