I am setting you free
From the hope I held on to like a lifebuoy
I am setting myself free
From my desperate desire
It is a toiling tribulation, torture, even
I will need succor to succeed
But I have to try
I have to let the wind blow by
And let it take us wherever we're supposed to go, God only knows
Without digging my heels in, dragging you down
My dear, I fear I just wasn't meant to have you
