Free To Carry On

Someday I'll listen to my heart and know what's tearin' us 
apart
The echo tells me I can't stay one more minute or one more 
day
Someday I'll open up the door then lead me to some distant 
shore
I'll listen only to the sound of my barefeet upon the 
ground
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor I'll sing a song in 
old San Juan
I'll kiss a girl in Barcelona and I'll be free to carry on
Someday I'll find out what to give and when I do I'll start
 to live
I'll cast my eyes up to the sky then catch a star and wave 
goodbye
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor...
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor...