what catches fire brightens my eyes gathering joy to myself wrecking my light what catches fire brightens my eyes and those bottom end boys they clap on one and three yes i built a wall i cannot get over you can t choose your blues but you might as well own them for a little while like the spirit of an older hey diamond heel get your storm clouds open now how many miles to birmingham i m asking on a friend in the gathering wind old hatted cross rock hold me if she asks where i am tell her i m just dancing yes i m just dancing now i cannot get over you can t choose your blues but you might as well own them for a little while like the spirit of an older hey diamond heel get your storm clouds open what catches fire brightens my eyes gathering joy to myself it s a lucky thing