Besedila: Travis. Ode to J. Smith. Quite Free.

There's a boy I know so well
He hides inside his padded cell
And he can see that he will never be quite free
He takes his time, steps carefully

There's a girl I see sometimes
She hides behind a dirty mind
And she can see that she will never be quite free
She takes her time, steps carefully

Free to make your mind up
Free to choose your fate
Free to hold your hand up
Free, don't leave me standing in the way

'Cause I like you and I'd like to
Be free, be free, be free, be free
[Incomprehensible]

There's a place I know so well
To escape my tired spell
'Cause we can see that we will never be quite free
To take our time, step carefully

Free to make your mind up
Free to choose your fate
Free to hold your hand up
Free, don't leave me standing in the way

'Cause I like you and I'd like to
Be free, be free, be free, be free
Yeah, I like you and I'd like to
Be free, be free, be free, be free