When does freedom come? At work, when I am done? At home, 'neath the setting sun? At sleep, when I'm undone? If a business I conduct my own The customer I serve, and not them alone! The government, it seems, would like my hand! I'm subject even to this cursed land. I wish I could just stay at home My wife and kids, just us alone. The ocean scene for me to stare up atop a cliff somewhere Perhaps in heaven, when I am done When I see the Father and the Son A tree stump for me to sit To breathe and soak in all of it. For now I'm here and here I serve From this great straight, I will not swerve: To ever seek freedom as much I can Until I reach that distant land.