My Hands, My Heart and My Soul

Riding on a highway, hippy gypsy style, Getting the past behind me, mile after mile after mile, Until I feel free. Songs on the radio, they always unwind me, I love the way they flow, up, up and over me, With nowhere to go. It’s the little things in life that matter the most, It’s in my hands, my heart and my soul. You can travel by land, just sleep when you can, It’s in my hands, my heart and my soul. Let go and be free, your welcome to join me, It’s in my hands, my heart and my soul. It’s never too late to escape from that cage, To my hands, my heart and my soul. Gave it up easily, with nothing to lose, The love of a dreamer, freedom to choose, A brand new demeanor. Give me the simple life, I’ll sleep on the ground, Say goodbye and make haste, now that I’m bound, It’s only a matter of taste. It’s the little things in life that matter the most, It’s in my hands, my heart and my soul. You can travel by land, just sleep when you can, It’s in my hands, my heart and my soul. Let go and be free, your welcome to join me, It’s in my hands, my heart and my soul. It’s never too late to escape from that cage, To my hands, my heart and my soul.