Small Price To Be Free - Colin Hay

Here I go I’m cooking on the run

The water’s boiling over

Here I go I’m rising with the sun

Small price to be free

Here I go I fade into the crowd

Full of sons and lovers

I catch no eyes no that is not allowed

Small price to be free

I can remember a time and a place

Nineteen hundred and sixty-three

I was so young all I wanted was fun

The world it was smiling back at me This was not long to be That steam engine train carries my shame

And in my dreamtime I smell the rain

Here I go I’m sleeping at the wheel

Blue men pulls me over

I tip my hat to my own nerves of steel

They send me on my way

Here I go I’m in a strangers land

The sun is always shining

Sometimes things don’t go as I had planned

Small price to be free

I know that I am not long for this world

The reaper came calling on me

I just pretended that no one was home

There’s still some things I have to see

Before I feel free

To step on that train feeling no pain

And in my dreamtime I still smell the rain

Can I hear some knockin' at my door

Now don’t say it’s all over

Can I pay for just a little more

Small price to be free