When I´m riding on the road with my pan head I can see
How the life can be better with the sky over me
There´s no problems if I have s few dollars
I can buy some gasoline
Freedom, this my way to leave
When I was in California my mother told me
Life is short, you must go, have a lot of things to see
There´s no problems if I have some Jack
I can wash my past
Freedom, this my way to leave
When I look to my bike I can see all my life
Every smile, every tears, was wrote on my wheels
There´s no problems if I have some sadness
I can ride away
Freedom, this my way to leave
Freedom, this my way to leave