I see you through the window, lounging all day.
With your little bowl of kibble, while I’m out to play.
You’ve got a home, a soft bed, and a bell on your neck,
But I roam the streets, no chains, what the heck.
Free to roam, free to run,
Chasing the moon, bathing in the sun.
Stray and proud, with no need to stay,
Living each night in my own bold way.
I eat fresh fish, caught just today,
Not from the sea, but close, in my own way.
You eat the same old thing, day after day,
But freedom tastes better; what can I say?
Free to roam, free to run,
Chasing the moon, bathing in the sun.
Stray and proud, with no need to stay,
Living each night in my own bold way.
I might not have a pillow, but I’ve got the stars,
And every alleyway feels like it’s ours.
So while you sleep sound in your cozy little place,
I’ll be out here, enjoying the chase.
Free to roam, free to run,
Chasing the moon, bathing in the sun.
Stray and proud, with no need to stay,
Living each night in my own bold way.
Stray and proud, with the world as my friend,
Living life free, right to the end.
