Motion Suggests Itself

I traced my family line It ends up where the Window-passing grainy days Forgetting she's away Here's the straight and narrow, brought my wheelbarrow And it's filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt But I won't need someone to let me be I won't need someone to let me be I bought the cotton threads And the voice could soothe your Captive the senses Like a ginger ale rain Those that got the marrow curse the tainted pharaohs Take off, expect fun, you might learn how it runs But I won't need someone to let me be No, I won't need someone to let me be No, I won't need someone to let me be No, I won't need someone to let me go Let me breathe