yeah there's wind in my hair. yeah there's sun in the sky. yeah yeah they say that it's freedom. yeah yeah they say that's it's cool. soon the sun moves behind cloud and my clothes stay wet. i shiver a little. so what they call it now? blisters forming. whisper from lips curse leaves blowing along the street. yeah some people look. those with cars with windows rolled up. nobody laughs. not until they reach home at least. my socks are holes. my lice are cold. i cuddle up with dirt for napping wringing out the blanket we swim in. tomorrow the same. sleep in a puddle wake in a puddle beg in the rain drink in the rain sleep in the rain wake in the rain. tomorrow the same. yeah yeah they say that it's freedom.
