Out on the street

Hung in the mid-air

Freer than last year

But still caught in a snare

Stumbling through

Collisions of roles

O how we suffer

Saving our souls



Woman I couldn't let you be

Any less free than me

Woman

Please don't feel so alone

Woman

Now you're out on your own

Woman I couldn't let you be

Any less free than me



Out of my hands

And into your arms

Together we weather

The gathering storms

Woman

On our own terms

A flash in your smile

A touch in your eyes

A taste of desire

New romantic surprise



Woman I couldn't let you be

Any less free than me

I am not a number

I am a free

Woman

At last we can dance

Mother; mother; mother