I sing a song of freedom. Is freedom what you want? Freedom from your skin and bones and every friend you got?

I'll bring a ton of freedom, I'll throw it in your lap: it’ll fit you like a mouse snuggled under a lead mousetrap.

A free man wouldn’t miss you, a free man wouldn’t care. That freedom fills my wings up like a ton of lead: I may as well be dead.

I could throw away my rules, I could throw away my way. That freedom fills my wings up like a ton of lead: I may as well be dead as not have rules or skin or anyone to hold me or hold me in.

I hear that there’s a swami on a mountaintop: he left behind his skin and bones like a ton of lead and let it drop, but me, not yet.

I had a dream of baseball, the field went on forever: no one had a team, and no one had a ball. No team, no lines, no coach, no ball, free fall.

Gimme the open heart and gimme the open mind, and gimme the open sky at the end of a solo climb,but o! the eagle heart and o! the eagle love: it fits a monkey like chainmail on a mourning dove.

So free my heart from freedom and all that freedom claims so I can sing Your song and I can remember Your name.