(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...