When you find yourself lying in a ditch on the side of the road, you might get ready...you might get ready to die,
When the sun comes up over the mountain, flap your wings and fly.

Take to the heavens, to the sky,
Take to the heavens - fly.

When the healer of your heart touches your soul with holy hands, you sure should rise up...you sure should rise from the dead,
When the sun shines through the branches, lift your head.

Take to the heavens, to the sky,
Take to the heavens - fly.

When you find yourself lying in a ditch on the side of the road, you might get ready...you might get ready to dream,
When the sun comes up over the mountain, flap your wings.

When the sun comes up over the mountain, fly.