Justin - First Car

My heart knows this is just how freedom feels
(Though this was not the car I’d hoped to drive:)
Gears shifting, fairly flying low on wheels.
 
I searched the whole lot, looking for their deals;
I knew that I could only put down five.
My heart knows this is just how freedom feels.
 
Playing cool will not my want conceal,
To unchain soul, spread wings and come alive,
Gears shifting, fairly flying low on wheels.
 
And if this auto does not match ideals,
It matters not nor blocks hope to contrive;
My heart knows this is just how freedom feels.
 
Liberty’s bell in jangling keys sound peals,
A pilot’s chair to cradle through the drive,
Gears shifting, fairly flying low on wheels.
 
New man in used car light of day reveals,
Though mirror does not with the real life jive,
My heart knows this is just how freedom feels-
Gears shifting, fairly flying low on wheels.