Railway Children — Big Hands of Freedom

When the spirit soars But the bottle clings There's a message to be heard But mingled words are such fragile things So I am free to dance with whoever I choose Who said I wouldn't last a minute in my shoes? The big hands of freedom Mold everything I feel the small change falling into my hands I hear the gutter press ring Sink the boats of straw lets disappear here Here's a ticket to a place I've seen You saw They fear So you are free to dance You are who ever you choose The secrets in the pace It's only a trace It says you lose The big hands of freedom Mold everything I feel the small change falling into The hands of the gutter press kin