Free, only want to be free, we huddle close, hang on to a dream.
Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin', crunchy granola's neat.
I had always held everything in before.
Fencing made me feel for the first time like a winner.
But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .
You like to think that it's something you created, but secretly you know that you had some kind of help, or somebody gave this to you.