Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations but the shoes upon my feet
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
Chorus
All wont be lost if I'm governed by my own innateness
Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless
Won't be mayhem if I'm led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and I'll be harm-free and distressless
Trust me
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living