Fire On the Mountain - Ed Kowalczyk

The fever’s breakin' on this girl

The sweat is sunning down her back

I taste the salt and dream of oceans

Tears of joy, so glad

We have not lost the will to move

To stand where we must stand

Just when we thought the light had gone

It shows itself again

And as we climb the heat it grows

The purest love you’ll know

What dreams we had are fadin' to black

All I got from that city

They’re takin' it back

All I need, I believe

What I want, I can’t see

The fire on the mountain

Is callin' me home

Where are you baby can you hear

Me calling out your name

Through the fog of spirit making clouds

And making the dark way

And as we climb the sound it grows

The angels trumpet blows

Callin' me home

Speaks to me in whispers

To my soul

Sayin' do not fear the ghosts

That walk this road

No they can’t do a thing to you

Turn your eyes to me

And feel right through