"Wind blowin' on my face,
Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike. A five year-old's first taste of what freedom's really like. He was runnin' right beside me,
his hand holdin' on the seat. I took a deep breath and hollered as I headed for the street,
You can let go now, Daddy.
You can let go.
Oh, I think I'm ready to do this on my own. It's still a little bit scary, but I want you to know I'll be ok now, Daddy you can let go."
