You step inside the glass cage door
Feet don't touch the valley floor
Orange brick in a steady row
Watch the mountain garden grow
Swing high above the red clay street
Where the wind and the hilltop meet
Glide slow across the velvet blue
Everything looks brand new to you
You see a laundry line of white
Catching gold in the evening light
Small tin roofs in a jagged line
Underneath a climbing vine
Swing high above the red clay street
Where the wind and the hilltop meet
Glide slow across the velvet blue
Everything looks brand new to you
You trace the path of a winding road
Where the heavy fruit trucks unload
Copper bells in a chapel tower
Counting down the golden hour
Swing high above the red clay street
Where the wind and the hilltop meet
Glide slow across the velvet blue
Everything looks brand new to you
Hold the cable, feel the sway
Watch the city drift away
Pizzicato strings in the air
Floating like a quiet prayer
You find a window open wide
Where the cool night air slips inside
Salty coffee in a ceramic cup
As the silver moon wakes up
Swing high above the red clay street
Where the wind and the hilltop meet
Glide slow across the velvet blue
Everything looks brand new to you
Just a glide in the blue.
High above the red clay.
