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