Driven down the road in the dark,
with the windon's down low,
and the music up loud.
With the night sky lighting up the road.
All you see is darkness falling.
No street lamps.
No head light's comin your way.
just you your music and the dark.
This is the
one place where no one can trace you up.
Freedom is what you make it weather you take or break it?
It's still bein free it's how you make it,
Will determine what you class as being free.
All i say is find it before it's too late.
The light's will fade, the music is die and you'll end up lien they
wishing you were free as me.