The thunder of hooves on cobblestone Mid April and the air is warm He rides for the world that he knows May there be a fresh horse waiting In every town where he goes I'm also riding in the night Centuries between us, another kind of fight In my blood the red coats coming How free are we in this land of plenty? And I, heard it on the news this morning Today's the day that Paul rode From Boston to Concord To tell the minutemen of the invasion I'm gonna ride all the way From your house to mine and Tell my minutemen to become hours, to become days To let this linger on It's this pursuit of happiness That seems to constantly pursue us Rushing towards the jingle of coins Secure in jobs we can't enjoy and I I heard it on the news this morning Obedient to these pale screens So bent on having we can't be Offered life and liberty I look around me, what does this mean?