There's something in my head
I've been thinking about
In the letters that I read that taught of you
I wanna be devout
In my convictions of faith
I embrace the risen Son
And pray that when I finally make it home
You'll say, "Well done."
Freedom at last
Is finally taking the past to past
Heaven sent to me
Oh, make me right with you
Take a hold of me
We'll go beyond the blue
The subway sings
A million faces abound
They go whichever anyway they wanna choose
They go round and round
Every hair on their heads
Has been accounted for
Try to imageine His love for me and you
Then imagine more
Freedom at last
Is finally taking the past to past
Heaven sent to me
Oh, make me right with you
Take a hold of me
We'll go beyond the blue
