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...