a place called freedom

i saw her on the planes, i watched her through the rain, on a buffalo dawn, running barefoot through the corn, her wild rose complexion, with eyes downturned, became my obsession, i knew i had to return, to a place called freedom, to a place called freedom, high indian cheekbones, held by wonder, she moaned like the whining wind, chased by thunder, torn between home, and the horizon, a dancing gazelle, in eternity's sunrise, to a place called freedom, to a place called freedom, to a place called freedom, a place called freedom, high indian cheekbones, held by wonder, she moaned like the whining wind, chased by thunder, torn between home, and the horizon, a dancing gazelle, in eternity's sunrise, to a place called freedom, to a place called freedom