i guess they finally turned youi heard it in your voicewith each you lose the choice...seasons pass within that grasp'cause after all of thisyou're still aloneand after everything you're still on your ownand i know what they'll say -you'll have to free yourself againif not now, then when?with all this talk of choosingyou'll find your way, you'll find your placei choose to believe in youi pray you'll find it soonfree yourself again...if not now, then when?