I want the freedom of the open air,
Traveling a path so rare,
The caressing of the wind,
The ocean spray soaks in.

Across the liquid glass we glide,
Underneath, a beautiful world to hide,
I want the beauty of a cloudless sky,
The city chaos, I kiss goodbye.

The murmur of a motor drum,
Inside my heart, I hear its hum.
Suddenly I hear it stop,
The bow begins to drop.

The sun has risen from the sea,
I've safely made it through my flee.