Sing a song of freedom write it in the sky Pocket full of secrets, a belly full of lies Fiction to believe in, created then denied Tricks and mirror
She moves through the mountains and down to the sea She sings in celebration with her piper for me She's leading the man who's beating the drum Love
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone I'm turning down the talk shows, the humour and the
out my time the days and years ahead I was moving with the Mighty Rearranger I was thinking about the wisdom that he said Mighty Rearranger Mighty Rearranger Mighty Rearranger Mighty