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, he said it
Would snow, he always said that, wherever
He would go and he would
Write down his thoughts on the wall.
Something about the power of it all, would
You call it you care for me at all?
I've been surrounded by this loneliness,
If I could, I would do it all over again,
And it 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 had counseling
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, I'd say never again
I put it all down, and never again,
Never again. And he met God
That day. God said, «Well, welcome in,
I've been waiting for you,
Your bed is warm, your sheets
Are made.»
Free, I am 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 scared,
I was scared, I didn't even know
That you were listening
All those times I was shaking my head
From all the things I'd said.
Well I was free, I was free,
I didn't know that I'd been …
All the … that were close to me
Now I am free.