From the recording Year of the Ox


It's not daddy, not mama
Not a game or any drama
Just you and your mind
One in the same
Out of the game playing


Your record loud, proud in your skin
Making it by more than your chinny chin chin
Blow that big house down

Snap the ridgepole
And be set free
No smoke and mirrors
In learning from your errors, baby

So let go there at the latitude line
Paying all your karmic debts
And your fines
And you'll find

That you can capsize and baptize
It again in the sea
With your ripped up paper
Olly Oxen free

Done with the hide and seek

You're all flow
All flow
All those thoughts now have let you go
Let you go

Now that they've let you go
What are you going to do with your freedom?