When I was seventeen, I met a lonely girl

She told me pleasant things about a world unknown

She lived a painter's dream in Stella's "Funeral-Dome"

All her own

Her father wasn't nice, he loved to hit the rocks with rum and ginger spice

He loved to yell a lot

Her mother came downstairs from time to time to pray

She used to sing her song, and this is what she'd say

Finally free I am the wind

Feathers floating down to where our story begins

Her heart's clenched in the calloused hands of a wicked man

Inside her painter's dream, she sees an ancient sky where golden people laugh at silver Passing by

But back in black and white, she understands her place

The shattering of glass, the tickle in her face

Delilah takes her vows, the future starts to drift

Her father takes a bow, a new man takes the whip

Her frozen father flaunts

The Bible does command, a woman knows her place behind the ampersand

Finally free I am the wind

Feathers floating down to where our story begins

Her heart's clenched in the calloused hands of a wicked man

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Somewhere beyond the stars, upon a world so high

We'll see the flashing cars and liberate the sky

But now the future's gone, it's gone into the breeze

So let me sing her song and hear me if you please

Finally free I am the wind

Feathers floating down to where our story begins

Her heart's clenched in the calloused hands of a wicked man

Finally free I am the wind

Feathers floating down to where our story begins

Her heart's clenched in the calloused hands of a wicked man

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh