On Angel Street

Sunday disappears into the fog

Darkness invites us all inside to hide amongst the lamplight radio glow

Shadow in the pool

Winter in the wind

Message in the fallen leaves



Cruise to the plaza in your Merc

Never really know how or where to go

Blow me down, your outside a bank??? on Angel street



I arrive but never leave

You leave but never stay

Kinda' reminds me of the cellar??? days



I saw your brother out during lunch

I saw once he was lost and he was mad

He had been standing in the rain to get some snow

But the snow it couldn't fall

The people all go home

And he just kinda' stood there, helplessly



You should change the message on your machine

So sad, so strange baby, to hear my name

Makes me cry when you say we're not at home

And the line it just goes dead, and the trail it just goes cold

I guess that story's told, anyway