(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...