Freedom
With reins of power in my leather-gloved hand,
this modern age cowboy cruises the promised land.
The harder I go, the tougher it gets
to find a horizon where the sun never sets.
Chorus
Only the day after tomorrow knows what tomorrow will bring,
and that is the one most important thing.
So saddle my horse and let this tall straight man be,
this is who I am, a lone ranger, young and free.
My steed, a stallion of fire, steel and glory,
we fill pages and books with a never-ending story.
We weave a tale of a restless search for freedom,
wishing for nothing, for every man his kingdom.
Chorus
Only the day after tomorrow knows what tomorrow will bring,
and that is the one most important thing.
So saddle my horse and let this tall straight man be,
this is who I am, a lone ranger, young and free.
For I have the sunset to pursue into the endless dark night,
and a sunrise to greet in the sun's young light.
The wind in my hair is what I live for day to day,
I'll only give up my restless soul on my last dying day.
Chorus
Only the day after tomorrow knows what tomorrow will bring,
and that is the one most important thing.
So saddle my horse and let this tall straight man be,
this is who I am, a lone ranger, young and free.
Speed is not of importance, but rather the power and joy,
the peace, the tranquility, makes many a man a boy.
Because on my horse the world passes me by,
Every shot, every woman, every shout, every cry.
Chorus x2
Only the day after tomorrow knows what tomorrow will bring,
and that is the one most important thing.
So saddle my horse and let this tall straight man be,
this is who I am, a lone ranger, young and free.
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