Firebird Mongolian

Some folks chat 'bout the road she rides on Speak tales and truths, they twist and spin As long as her engine purrs, she's got her freedom For if she had a Firebird, she'd rev it, she'd speed And she'd chase the horizon her heart does lead Along the open road, she leaves her mark With a spirit wild, she shifts, takes flight Grace of a bird, fierce as the night Hair like a comet's tail, blowing free In her Firebird, she's the queen of the street Tales of Jennifer, they grow and spread In every small town and city's breath There's magic in the hum of wheels that spin Caught up in the thrum, her journey begins With leather-bound dreams and the wind's soft hymn In her Firebird's embrace, the world's just a whim And she's one with the road, the stars above Guiding her path with whispers of love Jennifer rides, where the rivers flow wide Under big open skies, her Firebird glides She's the talk of the town, the roads that she owns In her roarin’ machine, her throne of chrome Every mile she tames, with fire in her soul Her legend whispered wherever she rolls