The night is still young, an old song is sung
I see a young face, that shouldn't be in this place
He looks at me and smiles, I think I hear choirs
A strange melody, is flowing towards me
Surely this is strange, I know I' ll see some change
Tell me little face, that looks so out of place
Do you [A7know my [A]name, do you [A7see my [A]game?
I am old and [Bm]scared, and [Bm]I feel impaired
Can you [A7tell me please, where to [C7]find some peace?
I will follow you, if I know it's tɾue
So we go along, forgetting ɾight or wrong
There's a better thing, and [Bm]now I can sing
Over silent skies, there's a paradise
For all [Em]those who need, and [Bm]want to [C7]be [Am]free
Freedom is a choice, he says with loud a voice
Now I see the wings, and [Bm]as I hear he sings
A stɾange melody, feels like [F]ɾemedy
I feel like [F]a feather, that will fly forever
Through the winds of change, life I ɾearrange
There is a new sensation, now there's no limitation
