you're hanging up signs tossing and turnign at night 
driving round and round the neighborhood calling me, 
hoping i might pop out you're calling the paper, 
describing my features like i'm you're favorite creature 
(now that i'm gone) galloping down the highway, i see 
what i may become this system was designed for travelers 
of another kind, but, if you wanted me stagnant, these 
photographs should serve you fine i know you meant well, 
but a cage is still a cage just one lonely corner of a 
world that's supposed to be my stage you're hanging up 
signs, tossing and turning at night but don't believe 
that i'll be bounding behind because i know where you're 
driving so, call the paper. describe my features like i'm 
you're favorite creature (now that i'm gone) galloping 
down the highway, i see all i may become this system will 
be fine (i'm going to make it mine) so now do you notice 
that the my was all in your mind? the wind, the same 
sweet wind, blows on me, too telling me what lies ahead, 
taking someting of me back to you hopping the fence for 
one wild moment...