Liberty-Deanna Loveland

Plane lands and I look outside my window - what do I see? a hot sun and a sandy beach yeah, I know - this is where I’m supposed to be Leave my problems in the plane, slip on my shades and I’m ok yeah yeah Tank tops and flip flops walkin’ down the sidewalk - everywhere I go everybody’s on their cell phone makin’ small talk - but I don’t wanna know what’s goin’ on out there, toss the phone and breathe the cool fresh air (Chorus) I’m gonna lay out by the ocean gonna climb a palm tree I wanna dance on the top of that mountain like no one’s watchin’ me I’m gonna be myself with nobody else there judgin’ me They call it Liberty Bare feet on the concrete yeah, that’s me - skippin’ through the sand Funny how life seems so happy - with no predetermined plan I gotta be somewhere, right here, right now, these moments are so rare I would be alright if I never see another message on a screen