When my neurons conspire to distract my thoughts
Away from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be free
Yes, I shall be free
On a seesaw in a strange land
The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand
And the fiddlers played
And the planners planned what would be
On a back seat in a court room
Molly Malone sat with Leopold Bloom
'Til the police came down with a new broom
And swept them clean

Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun

On the open road in a bar room
A pick up band plays a new tune
When the colored girl sings
I feel my heart bloom
When a new song hits the right note
When a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an insight strikes the mote from mine own eye

Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun

Just out of sight beyond the next range
I feel the heat of a flickering flame
On an African plain by a thorn tree
My old friend Philippe is waiting for me
Que ce passe ce passe
What ever will be will be
When a friend dies and the tears rise
From that deep well that never runs dry
And the women break their bracelets
And the men take their whisky outside
In a petite theatre on the rue St. Denis
The red velvet curtain draws back to reveal
The place where the dark side meets the angel in me
The angel in me

When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
To focus instead on a love that is precious to me
Then I shall be free
I shall be free