Waking up and looking around
The ifs abound, the ifs abound
Silent and secret, they creep around
They make no sound, they make no sound
But at a turn, in a corner you find
Deep in your mind, deep in your mind
An if that makes you want to run
But it’s no fun, but it’s no fun
As it turns and churns your thoughts around
Making that sound, making that sound
Of guilt, of ought, of must, of need
That makes it feed, that makes it feed
On the joy of your world where you freedom find
For your mind, for your mind
So beware those ifs that can spoil a day
Push them away, push then away
And take your freedom now to claim
In your name, in your name
Your mind, your heart, your soul, your home
Free to roam, free to roam