I think I know what I’m doing but I haven’t been doing it right   It seems like every time I turn around I find myself feeling uptight   But every once in a while I see   The questions and the answers here before me   Whoa, misery isn’t free   I’ve got to be free      I’ve allowed myself to worry over situations I’m not in   It’s to the point in my mind where frustration is ruling a whim   And the choice, it’s up to me   In all its intensity   Whoa, misery isn’t free   I’ve got to be free      I need some space to lose my mind   Don’t need to race this thing called time   I’m gonna loosen up naturally      But in a while I’m sure I’ll find   Some sort of peace of mind   I’m gonna get there honestly   I’ve got to be free      Things are looking up now, my burden’s lighter with the extra weight   For our direction’s all that counts and there’s no way for me to get there late   And I’ll look back eventually   I’m gonna chalk it off to history      I need some space to lose my mind   Don’t need to race this thing called time   I’m gonna loosen up naturally      But in a while I’m sure I’ll find   Some sort of peace of mind   I’m gonna get there honestly   I’ve got to be free