You throw your lasso around the beating pulse
Of wildness running strong
Attempting to pin and tame freedom’s mate
Then stand wondering what is wrong

Were you not arrested by those piercing eyes
Staring at your knotted rope
While you were swinging on a wing and prayer
On your futile mission without hope

Did you think those feet of yours were strong enough
To stand on the neck of fleeting wind
Or stop the persistent flight of freedom’s wings
From ever taking off again

That ole beating pulse of freedom’s mate
Is flowing molten lava hot
Slipping through those wasted ropes of yours
Untying all your twisted knots