• Painted against the wind, I see you, just barely among the leaves
    Your spots, they blend you, camouflaged with your surroundings
    He calls to you, he wants you by him, but you run in the other direction

    Why?

    You are wild and free, like you're supposed to be
    You are your own self
    You don't want to be another captured soul
    You want to stay wild and free

    Nobody can tell you otherwise, for you look at them and laugh in their faces

    Why?

    You are wild and free, the horse you are supposed to be