Taste of Freedom

Well, it's been a while since I've finished a lyric, so I sat down today and made myself write this one. One day I got a wall post telling me to write a song about riding and feeling the wind in your hair. This is a response to that request.  It's not too commercial, but it's a write. Number #34, if I'm not mistaken.


Taste of Freedom
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

She would spend all week at school
Day-dreamin' 'bout the farm
While all her friends  went to the mall
She was heading to the barn
Her uncle would saddle up
That ole buckskin
She'd set off on three hundred acres
Chasin' the wind

So she could feel it in her hair
Feel it in her bones
Feel it down in
The depths of her soul
Knowing that nothing
Would ever fill her up
Like the sweet taste of freedom

On the day she turned sixteen
Her parents dropped her off
At the dealership so she could
Pick up that ole rag top
Before turning it home
She took it for a spin
Just her and the open road
Chasing the wind

So she could feel it in her hair

Feel it in her bones

Feel it down in

The depths of her soul

Knowing that nothing

Would ever fill her up

Like the sweet taste of freedom

Ten years later, she waited

Until he'd passed out

Then she put her daughter in the car

And sped out of town

Knowing that she'd never have to

Hide the bruises again

She drove off into the sunset

Chasing the wind

So she could feel it in her hair

Feel it in her bones

Feel it down in

The depths of her soul

Knowing that nothing

Would ever fill her up

Like the sweet taste of freedom

Knowing in the world

Would ever fill her up

Like the taste

Like the sweet taste of freedom