This is how you come to grips
Legs and arms, teeth and lips (and me)
This is what we want to be
A magic talisman for you (and me)
Drifting sideways, up and down
Find a way (find the time)
Build a wall to contain their voices
(To contain their voices)
And overwhelmed, I take the helm
Backwoods hunt and fish the stream
Penthouse, roadhouse, on and on and on
This is what you cannot see
I must heel at your command
America, I cannot call you free
If this is freedom, and this is freedom
Swim the mainstream side to side
Leave the green (free the bird)
Leave the womb, left to my devices
I realize that this is freedom
Backwoods hunt and fish the stream
(This is freedom, freedom)
(This is freedom, freedom)
Family to fawn upon, fawn upon, fawn upon
(This is freedom, freedom)
Penthouse, roadhouse, on and on and on and on and on