I got stoned in Norman’s kitchen,
We was talking ‘bout the facts of life, that’s right,
He asked me was I happy as I reached for the butter knife,
I said “No,” and I made a sandwich,
And I poured myself a cup of tea,
When that cat started praying the Spirit fell on me,
(Wait a minute – I didn’t even know that chord back then)
I got up to use the bathroom,
I said, “Excuse me please,”
But I couldn’t help from laughing and I felt shaky in the knees,
As I leaned against the mirror my heart let out a sigh,
Like something heavy left me, and I opened up my eyes.
I can see, I am free,
And I’m who I want to be,
Mercy me, mercy me,
Mercy me,
Whoa yeah,
Mercy me.
I was born in dusty Stockton and I grew up in San Jose,
But I never started living until I learned to pray,
Now my parents, they ignore me,
They say I’ve gotten strange,
But when you’re touched by Heaven you know that something’s bound to change.
I can see, I am free,
And I’m who I want to be,
Mercy me, mercy me,
Mercy me,
Yeah, ooh,
Well, I can see, I am free,
And I’m who I want to be,
Mercy me, mercy me,
Mercy me,
Yes, yes,
I can see, oh yeah, I can be free now,
And I can the me I want to be now, yeah,
Mercy, mercy, mercy me,
Mercy me,
I’ll talk about J.C.,
Yeah, I can see, I am free,
And I’m who I want to be,
Mercy me, mercy me,
Mercy me,
He poured his mercy on me,
I can see, I am free,
Yeah, and I’m who I want to be,
Mercy me, mercy me.
Mercy me,
Oh yeah,
Mercy me,
Oh, mercy me,
Hey, yeah, yeah.
