الأغاني: Beth Nielsen Chapman. Look. 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...