Well Mr. Jones took a terrible fall He had built the stairs but he hadn't counted them all And the lights And the pain Said it would rain Said it would snow He always said that, wherever he would go And he would write down his thoughts on the wall
Somethin' about the power of it all Call if you care for me at all I've been surrounded by this loneliness And If I could I would do it all over again And I would be calm and wait for you To show me all the things that no one else can do Now what you need, what you got, what you want from me I've got the wild inside to conquer And then I'll be free
If I was free, if I was free I would fly in between the moons of consciousness And ride on the back of a shooting star And float into your arms
And when he woke up, he went outside And changed the light bulb Figured out that Life was worth living when you could see The doctor said they'd counseled him before And his tired mind of war
But he was at war with himself and he lost it all He was at home now feeling the power Of the crumbling wall
Oh, if I was free I'd fly in between the moons of indolence And I'd ride on the back of a shooting star And float into your arms
If I was free I'd let go of all the weight that's dragging me And never again, and never again I put it all down And never again, and never again
Ah ah ah ah ah Never again Ah ah ah ah ah
And he met God that day And God say "Well, welcome in I've been waiting for you Your bed is warm Your sheets are made"
Free and I was free I didn't even know that I'd been captured But I remember the call, I remember the call I remember when your voice came through the wall
And I was there and I was scared I didn't even know that you were listening And all those times I was shaking my head From all the things I'd said
Ah ah ah ah ah
Compositor: Mark FosterPublicado em 2015ECAD verificado fonograma #34508335 em 05/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM