I worry about being happy  I worry about the cost  I imagine the worse  So I'm prepared for any loss  I don't wanna worry anymore  I push myself out the door  Snow falls like a decision  I made before I knew why  I take a breath and cross the street  Throw my hat off to the sky  I wanna be that free  And walk that line so aimlessly  And hug that world outside my door  Like Mary Tyler Moore  Mary, you were so real to me  Mr. Grant had nothing on you  You could speak your mind yet be polite  You were a paradox in pantsuit  Oh I know I could live my life as true  I wanna be that free?  Pregnant with possibility  I wanna give it a name  There's something huge inside of me  I wanna give it away  I know I can't hold it inside me no more  I wanna be that free?