The Feeling of Freedom

I like the way that you dance when you're bowling
I like your singing and your inline skates
6 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? I am praying for the reason
Honey, do you feel wind in your face?
The feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom

Oh the wind at, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel that
And the wind in, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say, it ain't what you say

There's a beat on the wind
There's a beat 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 cradle wide open it flew
With the feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
But still in the sight of a gun
Gun
Gun

Well, you're pretty in pink and you're deadly in camo
You got bad judgement but you 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 this place?
If you could just pull the screen from your eyes
But how it light up, lights up your face

Oh the wind at, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel that
And the wind in, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say, it ain't what you say