the closest thing to moving is the closest thing to being free
-for georgia
the flags are down
the dirt flies
the landscape moves
away she rides
kicking up dust
moving along
the freedom rider rolls
rolls along
the campfire smoke
thick in the air
the sound of an open throttle
is heavy on her soul
the sound of an open throttle
is heavy on her soul
the closest thing
to moving
is the closest thing
to being free
