In G, on my trusty Rainsong "Shorty" 12-fret
High above the desert at angels Sixty-five
The ship bites the atmosphere, feels almost alive
Mission almost over, when I heard the engine blow
The flames were racing forward, and the ground began to grow
I pulled the cord, prayed to the lord, and left that burning hell
And like Lucifer, I fell, and fell and fell
She was the Gypsy of the Desert
She moved like smoke and flame
And though I never told her,
somehow she knew my name
She brought be aid and comfort,
She put me at my ease
And her voice was gentle as the desert breeze.
High above the desert -- angels forty five
Out of air for breathing, falling through the sky
I landed hard, without steel wings, man wasn't meant to fly
My 'chute was torn to ribbons, by rights I should have died
Down on the ground, wrack all around, beneath the desert sun
I knew that I was done, was done was done.
She found me there at the edge of death, the reaper reaching low
Bound my wounds, gave me rest, said it's not your time to go.
Lithe as a river dancing, with eyes as dark as coal
And I knew that I could trust her, down to my very soul
And I went to work at healing, resting in the Shade
Where my wounds began to fade, to fade to fade
They found be there all by myself with no one else around
Besides my own, there weren't even tracks upon the ground
Some say she was a fever dream, a figment of my mind
Perhaps she was a dryad, a story out of time?
Effriti kin? Perhapse a Djin. Whose very touch could heal
I swear that she, was real, was real was real...