The first thing that I heard you say When you were standing there Set in your way was that you were not blind You were sure to make a fool of me Cause there was nothing there That you could see That could go beyond your mind Now who's standing at the door Remembering the days before And asking please be kind It isn't how it was set up to be But I've set you free this time
I have never been so far out in front That I could ever ask for what I want And have it any time Knowing this you found a thought for me That told you just what I should be And there I stood behind With all the ones that went before And memories that always seems to Tear me from my mind In front of what it is you seem me to be I've set you free this time
I could never find a chance to choose Between a way to win or a thing to lose Because there was your stand On top of all the love you took There was only something You can look at lying in your hand Now who's wondering what has changed And why it can not be arranged To have each thing work fine It isn't how it was set up to be But I'll set you free this time
Compositor: Harold Eugene Clark (Clark Gene) ECAD: Obra #277946