JIMMY

I CAN BE AN AIRPLANE,

ZOOMING CROSS THE SKY,

UNDETERRED BY HURRICANE.

I WAS BORN TO FLY!

SARGE, FRANKIE, EMIL

NO, JAILBIRD, YOU WON'T FLY.

YOU'RE GROUNDED TIL YOU DIE.

JIMMY

I CAN BE A TOWER,

FIFTY STORIES TALL,

GROUNDED IN MY POWER,

NO ONE COULD MAKE ME FALL!

JIMMY (& SARGE, FRANKIE, EMIL)

IF I SEE IT IN MY MIND, (NAH)

I CAN BE IT, DEEP INSIDE. (NAH)

IF I SEEK, THEN I CAN FIND (NAH)

MY PRIDE! (NAH)

SARGE, FRANKIE, EMIL

WHAT CAN YOU BE OUT THAT DOOR,

We hear a door close as JIMMY steps out of prison.

(MUFFLED) THAT YOU HAVEN'T BEEN BEFORE?

We hear the sounds of freedom as he walks away from prison: a river, birds, kids laughing, his shoes on gravel instead of cement, etc.

JIMMY

I'M A RIVER TURNING,

PULLED SOUTH BY THE SEA,

BUT I COULD BE BURNING

FOR WHAT I CAN BE!

I CAN WALK THE RIGHTEOUS LINE

IF I CHANGE MYSELF INSIDE.

IF I SEEK, THEN I WILL FIND MY PRIDE!

JIMMY boards a train. Crowd noise, the hollering of train departure warnings, the whistle and chug of steam engines.

I'D HAVE NO NEED TO RUN.

I COULD WALK IN THE SUN.

TELL THE TRUTH TO EVERYONE,

AND NEVER HIDE,

'CAUSE I WOULD FEEL

PRIDE, IN WHAT I CHOOSE TO CHANGE.

PRIDE, IN WHAT I CHOOSE TO BE.

PRIDE AS I REARRANGE

MY OWN DEFINITION OF ME!

I CAN WALK THE RIGHTEOUS LINE.

I CAN BE WHAT I DECIDE.

I WILL SEEK, AND I WILL FIND MY PRIDE!

SUN AND EARTH, SEA AND SKY

FORM A SOUL BORN TO FLY.

YOU'RE GONNA SEE

MY OWN DEFINITION OF ME!