The girl in the cage bent the bars and left the stage   The crowd demanded more   Hear the feet stomp the floor   Cries of ‘bravo!’ and ‘encore!’   No one heard her say      Over me only sky, and the night is rising   By the way you were right, this is just like flying.      The crowd in a rage left their seats and rushed the stage   To put the bars back right   But the girl kept out of site and then slipped into the night   Wishing she could say      Over me only sky, and the night is rising   By the way you were right, this is just like flying      You will see her again   In a flash you will know   You will see...