I put a record on in the afternoon I learned that anything worth having cannot be given to you Its the infinite beat of life And the eternal dance of the earth and the moon That always brings me back to, it always brings me back to Oh this freedom, I learned to run with it everyday And theres new songs to be sung, we got to burn bright before we fade away 2x Ive got a piece of paper and a pen, I scribble down my hopes and where Ive been Well maybe I should just let jazz blow my mind Cuz sometimes oh sometimes I cant get my thoughts to rhyme So now Im flipping through old 33s just to see what I can see So I can catch up put this pen in my hand and my fingers on the keys Oh this freedom, I learned to run with it everyday And theres new songs to be sung, we got to burn bright before we fade away 2x