Finally letting go
Finally sitting down
Finally what we know
Laughing a clown in town
An artist has to make some room
In everything he sees taking that
The higher lines are free
They don't care about the surreptitious
They're into helping you get rid of the delicious
Junkie and monkey on your back
They care about the sense of it, they're into the defence of it
But not with violence, or silence - they are free
They don't care about the critical
It's too political, or my spiritual visible lyrical melodies
Spiritual visible lyrical melody
So we sang together, we stand together, we sang alone
An artist has to make some room in everything he seems
Taking that the higher lines are free
An artist has to make some room
In the middle of the noise on a crowded day
I can hear myself and I know I want to say something
An artist has to make some room in everything he sees
Taking that the higher lines are free
And so we sang together, we sang together, we sang for gold
And so we sang together, we sang together, we sang for gold
An artist has to make some room in everything he seems taking that the higher lines are free
And how it feels to be seen and known
For what you have, and what you let go, and let show
But how it feels to be dreaming though
When everything's really quite sad (But am I glad for what I have!)
An artist has to make some room in everything he seams taking that the higher lies are free