Free like the river Flowing freely through infinity Free to be sure of What I am and who I need not be Free from all worries Worries prey on oneself's troubled mind Freer than the clock's hands Tickin' way the times Freer than the meaning of free that

Just call me angel of the morning, (angel) Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby Then slowly turn away There'll be no strings to bind your hands Not if my love can't bind your heart And there's no need to take a stand For it was I who chose to

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Tell me if I'm right To help you fall asleep tonight Tell me if you need a loving hand Tell me if I know Tell me if I do Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to Tell me if I'm wrong Or you could stay with me for now She's like cold coffee in

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

Take these broken wings (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, till the end of time Until the end of time I need your hands to come and heal me once again You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Don't wanna be a part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you but no thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Favors for friends will get you in and get you far I don't need a membership to validate The hard

Friends will be friends When you're in need of love they give you care and attention When you're through with life and all hope is lost Right till the end Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends It's so easy now, 'cause you got friends you can