Free Hand (John Peel Session) - Gentle Giant

Rests where he’s staying, nowhere he knows

A place where nobody cares

Where he’s straying, or where he goes

To find no-one in particular, footloose, adventure still

No thoughts for reasons, he does all he’s doing, has time to kill

And still, he’s killing the time

Sundowner, drifting from place to place

Where all he needs is a shelter from seasons he has to face

No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end

For life goes on being life, time and fortune, he needs no friends

And yet he’s killing the time

Where does he come from, what did he do?

You know the answers are his hopes and promises, nothing new

With no regrets, he goes on doing nothing, himself alone

But still he finds all the time isn’t wasted, his life his own

And yet he’s killing the time

And with no questions then, he finds his way…

Tomorrow’s never dawn, only today…

Content within his time, he just drifts away…

He finds his way…

He finds his way!

Sundowner, drifting from place to place

Where all he needs is a shelter from seasons he has to face

No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end

For life goes on being life, time and fortune, he needs no friends

And yet he’s killing the time

Where does he come from, what did he do?

You know the answers are his hopes and promises, nothing new

With no regrets he goes on doing nothing, himself alone

But still he finds all the time isn’t wasted, his life his own

And yet he’s killing the time