Once I was a singer—I was a singer in my mind
I thought that I’d found someone who heard the music in my mind
I thought he knew my life it was the song
I looked for harmony –but he had gone

Once I was a jigsaw—a jigsaw puzzle in your mind
You put me together—but that last piece was hard to find.
Did you see the thread coordinating all the parts?
Did you see that thread was tied to my heart?

Once I was an artist—I was an artist in my mind
I spent my time designing—just designing in my mind
But being by myself, it took its toll
Still I had my art and was consoled.

Now I am an outlaw—I am an outlaw in my mind
Now I am an outlaw—and I’m looking for my kind
I don’t want a man to be with me
Unless he sees just what my mind can see.