(Johnson, Rhodes) This time Maybe I was the killing kind I go But my leaving has gone awry These days Am I losing again? The patience bending out of shape Inside out my poor escape Time turns a key that I'm holding on to Can we feel the freedom another day Hail to the truth inside hiding from you Can't let it fail to deliver us away I'm turning around and I'm telling the truth Look hard Look at me I'm the only one To decide To release what I'm running from You said It was worth everything And now these thoughts of hope embrace The me I'm turning round to face Don't fade this time You'll be inspired I've been resigned When these fears subside You'll know me This time, decide, to look hard, inside
