Home is the place where you're supposed to Run when you've got nothing else to keep In mind But what If once that you're trapped You can find a good excuse to go type The world is just somewhere else to go, When there is nothing inside you're Brain, but out of it, nothing happens You've got to be free and happy You've got to be free and happy One, two, three, four... (...) Time has let you, to the place where nobody could have rested And all those moments when you failed, Where just excuses to increase you're strenght There's a Robin singing at the door, But you can't hear it 'cause nobody will let you go You've got to be free and happy You've got to be free and happy You've got to be free and happy I said that you just got to be free and happy One, two, three, four... (...) There's a Robin singing at the door but you Can't hear it 'cause nobody will let you go There's a Robin singing at the door oh when she's Waiting to the moment, but nobody will let you go