I fuss and fight my cur-i-os- i-ty with wel-come arms and fright-ened fin-gers, twitched anx-i- e-ty. Here it comes. A clean slate, pic-ture per- fect, no mis-takes. How am I to keep from blem-ish-ing this mas- ter- piece? How am I to know? How am I to know? As a boy I watched the world through bro- ken eyes, gi-ven to me by man, his wife and all they had dis-guised. Un-cer-tain-ty now keeps me ask-ing how I'll lead the most. As they be-came or will I teach the ex-am-ples of their ghosts. Free - me from this bo - dy. I just wan- na, wan- na be on the out-side look-ing in. Free - me from this bo - dy. I just wan- na, wan- na be on the out-side look-ing in. Free - me Free - me