I worry about being happy
I worry about the cost
I imagine the worse
So I'm prepared for any loss

I don't wanna worry anymore
I push myself out the door
Snow falls like a decision
I made before I knew why
I take a breath and cross the street
Throw my hat off to the sky
I wanna be that free
And walk that line so aimlessly
And hug that world outside my door
Like Mary Tyler Moore
Mary, you were so real to me
Mr. Grant had nothing on you
You could speak your mind yet be polite
You were a paradox in pantsuit
Oh I know I could live my life as true
I wanna be that free?
Pregnant with possibility
I wanna give it a name
There's something huge inside of me
I wanna give it away
I know I can't hold it inside me no more
I wanna be that free?