and I dug all I could toward the good of your kind
 but they say it's better to be twisted black and blue
 chopped down like an old wooden tree and planted new
 than it is to spend a life time in the jail of your mind

 CHORUS
 But you don't have to be cruel to be kind
 and you don't have to be a fool to be blind
 and you don't have to be a down and out
 to be down sometimes

 Her dreams were full of dreams like leaves in the wind
 that were scattered to the edges of the world and back again
 Oh there's more to me than you can see from here my friends
 here there are no why's so why do you pretend
 I hear my critic laugh and he's my only friend

 CHORUS

 And now that I'm free from the jail of your mind
 and I feel rather tied like a crying child
 I wanted to be better than the rest
 new kind of man, lot more than blood and flesh
 but now I'm left on my own in the jail of my mind

 CHORUS