I’m so free now/I’m so free now/And the way that I walk/Is up to me now
A choppy guitar lick has him cartwheeling through a field of sunflowers. His mind is zig-zagging back and forth, and he’s recollecting a time when life wasn’t so great. The thought of darker days has him appreciating the moment and with a new avenue in front of him he’s cruising without a care in the world. It wasn’t always peaches and cream, but those days are long gone. Good times ahead.