Angel circlin' the heavens
thoughts drift by on silver clouds
a weathered crack deep in the sidewalk
from too much hustle, too much crowd
there's too much time left on my hands
there's too much heartache in my soul
there's too much hangin' round this pay-phone
there's too much loss of self-control
and i guess your love is like nails
so you can crucify me
and lay down upon your rails
so you could locomotive over me
yeah you stone me when i stumble
and thorns are woven in your talk
and i come with you as always
down the via dolorosa when i walk
i walk
my demons come around with the sundown
and they dance their circles in my head
and how they twirl your memory all around
and lay you down on burning beds
i pity you my saving angel
i wish i may, i wish i might
have you saved your last prayer for me
wherever god has you tonight
(chorus)