(Verse 1) There are some things that I don't understand And there are other things I don't want to The memory of their small, feeble hands And all the things they did to me and you There are some things that I don't remember And there are other things I don't want to It was some time in early September And I'm not sure if what we saw was true (Verse 2) Just one day before we loaded our car For a vacation near Fort Apache To visit the woodlands under the stars To get away, to relax and sightsee We planned an escape from the Phoenix heat And the arid rust coursing the desert Highway 260 stretched to our retreat Near the ageless sprawl of White Mountain dirt (Verse 3) We set up our camp by Black Canyon Lake To picnic beside the Mogollon Rim By the time our tent was pinned by its stakes The sunlight had set into a blue dim So we built a fire to grill our first meal And sat close in lawn chairs, sharing our beer Looking in awe of the landscape's appeal Admiring how the stars appeared so clear (Verse 4) On the edge of a sweltering summer, On a night when autumn's chill was creeping, The barren skies lit up with strange wonder While it seemed our silent world was sleeping And we were taken aback by the glow Which so slowly and ominously grew Watching the blinding orb from down below We could no longer move, closer it flew (Verse 5) The light floated before a sharp descent Then stalled while hovering over our heads There was a stillness in time apparent And I thought that maybe I had been dead A smothering brightness fell upon us My skin felt weightless on my heavy bones My muscles were limp, senses shredded thus You were taken, as was I, all alone (Verse 6) And I recalled the deep, rolling shadows That climbed over my bed when I was young And the feeling of terror that follows When trying to scream with deflated lungs And, as a child, I'd force my eyes to shut Resigning myself to the reigns of fate But always by morning those thoughts had cut Away from the impenetrable late (Verse 1) There are some things that I don't understand And there are other things I don't want to The memory of their small, feeble hands And all the things they did to me and you There are some things that I don't remember And there are other things I don't want to It was some time in early September And I'm not sure if what we saw was true
