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