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


Words by S. Hindalong, Music by D. Daugherty/S. Hindalong