When I was young
And my spirit was free to ride
No one I knew had anything to hide
But all of this is
Changing with the days
I walked into a disillusioned maze

Those crazy, crazy
Mellow, yellow days
Are lost in a so-called
Sophisticated haze
But I can still remember
Being care-free
And no one knows it better than me

'Cause I'm a free spirit
And I'm looking for a place [bad word] free spirit of the wind
And a free spirit
Needs to [bad word] I've got to have the world at my feet

Now my time [bad word] and
I'm dealing with here and now
And I'm gonna have to
Take care of it somehow
And I don't intend to wait
For the cover of night
The only way I know
Is to get up and fight

I'm a free sipirit
And I'm looking for a place [bad word] free spirit of the wind
And a free spirit
Needs to [bad word] I've got to have the world at my feet