Riding on a tale of good helpful
Watching as the feeling slips okay
Try to start a fire without the watches
If anything's for sure the wind will fix
Rising like the phoenix from the ashes
Marching to the distant beat of drums
Finally there's something out of nothing
And it finally takes you back where you belong
And the shooting star will fall to earth
But as this heart keeps wondering
For i will sing a different yay
Here with you is right where i belong.