Woorden: Sarah Harmer. The Phoenix.

It was a late-in-the-summer night
Nearing the end of a bumpy ride
Through the backstage parking lots of the country
We went past the cars at the fray
The cops on bikes
The security gate
Into the trees where the dark comes easy
See the light of the Venus shining
High over the mid-western plains
Is it telling you you gotta go?
That your heart?s been burning way to slow
I guess I?m the last to know again

But I will rise up, I will
Who was the Phoenix anyway?
Just some bird that flew away
And flies still

It was a late-in-the-summer day
The breeze had blown the clouds away
The fluttering ones were covering the fields
I?ve been walking by myself
I?ve been thinking about you again
Maybe one day I?ll tell you how I feel
See the light of the satellite tower
The only thing that?s blocking our view
Is it telling you what?s on my mind
That I think about you all the time
That I wish for it even thought I know not to.

I will rise up, I will
Who was that Phoenix anyway?
Just some bird that flew away
And flies still
Flies still
You know I will