There’s freedom flying in the wind—it’s calling out my name again
A seeker soaring in the sky, he’s calling me—I don’t know why
There are days like these that make me smile
For your two cents, I’ll walk a mile
And I’ll be searching far and wide ’til my feet touch the other side
A brand new way, a better day, an old cliché that makes me say
I gotta move while there’s still time—escape this tired and tortured
mind
For your two cents, I’ll walk a mile
Yeah, days like these can be so wild
And I’ll keep searching far and wide ’til my feet touch
the other side
Sometimes I’m not so sure, for years I wanted so much more
But maybe more than less is likely to be my test
I know it’s almost done, but days like these—they get me going
It may be less than right to reach the moon and find the light
Hendrix had his purple haze, and Zeppelin were confused and
dazed
But me, I think I’ll take some time to heal my tired and tortured
mind
I’ll change my course and take the path
That helps me assuage my wrath
And in between, I think I’ll sing of freedom flying in the wind.
(1994)
