Calling All Angels

I'm not sure if it was the warm humid air caressing my skin or the guy behind me with hot beer breath and heat from jalapenos nachos that kept me hot that night. It really doesn't matter though, because the heat inside of me made hell' s fury seem tepid.It must have been mid June in Alabama. I've always said I was dropped in a small city by mistake because a girl with a spirit as large as mine couldn't be contained in a place like this. This night was different though. I was exactly were I was supposed to be. Underneath countless stars with at least 150,000 people neighboring. It felt like summer loving, but that's equivalent to a music festival in my eyes. Train took the stage, and everything went still, accept for the fact that a million crazed fans were jumbled around the stage in jaw dropping awe. To hear Drops of Jupiter dance through my ears was like an awakening. I swore that Pat was only singing to me, but you and I both know the untruth in that. I never wanted that night outside, in front of that stage, alone, surrounded by music, and lovers, and heat, and depth to end. I dream of the day that my soul can be set on fire like that again.