The closest thing to freedom I have known
Is when I have wheels on my feet.
But the wheels come package-deal
With a helmet and pads
And my safety
Binds me to the ground.

And I am skating now
Over unfamiliar streets
The scent of rain is mingling with my sweat.
I would be going home
If I only knew the way
And I would be leaving home
If I only had the means
But I don't
So I can't
And instead I am skating
Over unfamiliar streets.