summer sky and a throat bone dry

and all the fields are all gold



dusty lane with a song in my brain

and it stoned me to my soul



i climb higher move towards the fire

blaze sun



silver trees and a whispering breeze

are my sight and my sound



the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path

when i'm wandering here alone



i climb higher move towards the fire

so blaze sun



watch until it dies slow falling from the sky

plae fading sun