Free - Amy Grant
Something happened the other night
Right after the show
Someone handed me a photograph
Of a girl from a long time ago
With wind in her hair, sun in her smile
Hardly a care and no sense of style
She was free
Yeah, free
Couldnt help myself traveling in time
I was back on that stage
Hanging on to Denzel Martin guitar
While the music played, singing
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Turning around in an old (?) dress
Barefoot and breezy, a beautiful mess
I was free
Yeah, free
Now Im thinking bout the days gone by
How we change and we dont know why
Id pull out that old dress if I could
Spin around, it would sure feel good, singing
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I can hear the music
Echo from that photograph
The passion and the surrender,
I wanna get that feeling back
The wind in my hair, sun in my smile