So many faces travel the length of a mind That is racing to trace back the memories of time gone by Oh, in the distance between all the bridges of instances When I have wanted to change this heart of mine
Have I blown all my chances to be Less like the captive and more like the free And more like the innocent child in me And maybe just a little more like thee
Here in the spaces between all the lines of a life That has wasted the essence of time, I close my eyes And picture a place where the sum of all grace Is extending a hand to erase all the shame from this worn out face
Have I blown all my chances to be Less like the captive and more like the free And more like the innocent child in me And maybe just a little more, a whole lot more
Like the hands that redeemed me That lift and relieve me The roads I have taken in vain, oh
Have I blown all my chances to be Less like the captive and more like the free And more like the innocent child in me And maybe just a little more like thee