The girl in the cage bent the bars and left the stage
The crowd demanded more
Hear the feet stomp the floor
Cries of ‘bravo!’ and ‘encore!’
No one heard her say
Over me only sky, and the night is rising
By the way you were right, this is just like flying.
The crowd in a rage left their seats and rushed the stage
To put the bars back right
But the girl kept out of site and then slipped into the night
Wishing she could say
Over me only sky, and the night is rising
By the way you were right, this is just like flying
You will see her again
In a flash you will know
You will see...