On the bike path near the beach
My sweatpants swaying in the breeze
As the ego jogs me on to race
My legs beg me to slow down the pace
I let go of myself, with no guarantee
So all that I am left to do is breathe
In a previous life, I’d see control as the key
But now in this one I am free, in this one I am free
A podcast with a tale of spies
My gaze randomly scans across the sky
As the ego jogs me on to race
My legs beg me to slow down the pace
I let go of myself, with no guarantee
So all that I am left to do is breathe
In a previous life, I’d see control as the key
But now in this one I am free, in this one I am free
As the ego jogs me on to race
My legs beg me to slow down the pace
I let go of myself, with no guarantee
So all that I am left to do is breathe
In a previous life, I’d see control as the key
But now in this one I am free, in this one I am free
I let go of myself, with no guarantee
So all that I am left to do is breathe
In a previous life, I’d see control as the key
But now in this one I am free, in this one I am free, in this one I am free
Free, free