Tell the man who repairs the wings for angels That one has fallen among the mortals on Bleeker Street I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples As if to blame them for the pavement beneath her feet She said, "I never much liked flying, but the job requires trying The hard part's avoiding buildings and concrete" Spread the news, 'cause there's an angel in Manhattan Call out the paparazzi and the television crews Let the people choose Would a little Faith come to harm them? Print the headlines up in the New York Daily News It was just another day Like any other, other day A Tuesday afternoon I hailed a cab, a crowd gathered as it pulled beside us "Good afternoon. Oh, good afternoon." We flew down the length of Fifth Avenue She threw out miracles, it was a hysterical ride And if the crowd on the sidewalk looked skeptical She took the blue right out of their cynical eyes "It's all in what you feel inside" She shook the mayor's hand, and he declared