it's ok i'm free of all your plans its ok i'm free of all your hands oh i'm older i'm wasting time you bestole her my time is mine it's ok i'm free of all her hands i'm ok to be another man
every little sail is your garden going to grow you're just like your mother with her freaky little show take me to the others and let me fade away you're just like the others with your silly little ways
its ok i'm free of all her hands i'm ok to be another man