Morning rising on a travelers’ day,
Backpack rhythm and we’re on our way.
Singing with the rooftops, dancing with the tide,
Rolling like an Apache on the roadside.
Feet on the pavement, sun on the skin,
Little beat of freedom kicking in.

Freedom on the wind,
Let the sunshine spin.
We follow the road
With a big wide grin.
No borders on the soul,
No fences on the mind.
Freedom on the wind,
We build the world we find.

Got a beat in the dust where the drums connect,
And a song pushing forward like nginx.
Kids running wild in the midday heat,
Whistles and handclaps echo in the street.
Voices from the corners join the melody,
A street-band marching into history.

Freedom on the wind,
Let the sunshine spin.
We follow the road
With a big wide grin.
No borders on the soul,
No fences on the mind.
Freedom on the wind,
We build the world we find.

Hey now
Step by step, the horizon calls.
Beat by beat, every border falls.
Light in the pocket, song in the hand,
Roadside revolution across the land.

Freedom on the wind,
Let the sunshine spin.
We follow the road
With a big wide grin.
No borders on the soul,
No fences on the mind.
Freedom on the wind,
We build the world we find.