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There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen

Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom

He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free

There's a man who's climbed a mountain
And he's calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear
Three thousand miles

He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest

While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free

There's a man who's sent a letter
And he's waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye

He writes, "Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try"
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers

Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she's so busy being free

There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls

There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter

Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her for eternity
And she's so busy being free

There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester
And a man who owns a store

There's a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow

And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow like a cactus tree
While she's so busy being free
Like a cactus tree, being free

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