Firebird - Ashbury Heights

There’s a barren desert wasteland

That I call my own

By a dried up riverbank

Where I now stand alone

And when the sun does rise

It pains the sand in shades of gold

I’ve been here so long

But now it’s time to break its hold

Tomorrow I’m a bird

And I’m leaving in the morning

Out of here with the dawn

On wings of fire

The future’s just a word

I’m ignoring every warning

Aimed at keeping me down

When I could go higher

I’m gonna reach out for the sun

I’m gonna burn as bright as one

Tomorrow I’m a bird

And I’m not a bit concerned

Icarus took a fall

That I much admire

Nestled in a sycamore

Where lighting struck before

I keep my ashes in a jar

Awaiting the next storm