Middle Finger to the Wind

Verse

I was born with a mind too sharp for the fences,

Cut clean through the lies, through the folks and pretenses.

I don’t give a damn about the talk or the chatter,

Your judgments fall dead, ain’t a thing that they matter.

I’ve burned every bridge just to light up the night,

Rolled out of town with my sins in plain sight.

Got the pedal pushed down, engine screaming like a hymn,

One hand on the wheel, other one raised, middle finger to the wind.

Chorus

’Cause I don’t care what you think of me,

Ain’t owned by your rules, ain’t chained to your pleas.

I’ll break what I must if the moment demands,

But I’ll pull up for the broken, lend them steady hands.

And when I’m long gone, don’t you mourn or pretend,

I want no tears at my funeral, just the howl of the wind.

Verse

I’ve made love to the world just to watch it unravel,

Left footprints on maps most men never travel.

Got a heart that’s grown colder than old desert stone,

But I’ll warm it for the lost, the worthy, not the throne.

I trust snakes more than people, they strike true when they bite,

No whispers or masks in the dead of the night.

And I’d rather dive deep where the silence won’t lie,

Freediving with shadows as the surface drifts by.

Verse

I hate people in crowds, all their lies and their noise,

But respect is a gift for the rare honest few boys.

If you walk clean and true, I’ll tip my hat to your name,

But the rest of the world, hell, they all look the same.

And every law ever written tries to tether my stride,

I raise my middle finger high and let the outlaw guide.

I ain’t reckless for thrill, just allergic to chains,

A free man with thunder still running in his veins.

Chorus

’Cause I don’t care what you think of me,

Your laws can’t hold what was born to run free.

I’ll bend them or break them if the road turns rough,

But I’ll carry who’s fallen when the world gets tough.

And when I’m long gone, don’t you cry, don’t pretend,

Just let the dust settle, let the story find its end.

Bridge

I’m heading out soon to a far quiet land,

Fishing at dawn with the earth in my hands.

Venomous friends sunning out by my boots,

I trust their wild hearts more than any man’s truths.

Leave the noise, leave the pain, leave the world I outgrew,

I’m carving my freedom where the skies cut through blue.

Chorus

Yeah, I don’t care what you think of me,

Never have, never will, I was born to be free.

I’ll vanish like smoke on a cold mountain bend,

A ghost on the prairie with no ties to mend.

And when they lower me down, don’t you cry, don’t pretend,

Just remember I lived with my middle finger to the wind.