I like the way that you dance when you're bowling
I like your singing in your inline skates
Six months in and now you're showing
3 jobs, baby and the rent's still late
Why, why are we stuck in place?
Why, why are you praying for reason
Honey, do you feel wind in your face?
The feeling of freedom
The feeling of freedom
Oh, the wind at your, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel that
And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say
It ain't what you say
There's a bead on the wind
There's a bead on the wind
Can feel it coming in on the feet of the people
As they cross on over
Cross on over
From dying to living
And changing the order
There's a dove on the loose
A dove on the loose
The lid of the crate, oh wide open it flew
With the feeling of freedom
The feeling of freedom
But still inside of a gun
Gun
Gun
Well, you're pretty in pink and you're deadly in camo
Ya got bad judgement but ya got good aim
Did you feel the judgement of Solomon
When we split up the table that daddy made?
Why, why does it look so breezy?
Why, why when we're stuck in place?
If you could just pull the string from your eyes
But how it lights up, lights up your face
Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel that
And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say
It ain't what you say
