It was late in the evening. The canyon was still. I was
feeling so bad, feeling quite ill. The stars blinking
code made for a heavy load, a heavy load. I saw an angel lying dead in
the road. Where did she come from? Why was she here?
My spirit was bound by petrified fear. I kept pushing forward,
tears starting to roll. And ... I hung my head.
I cried me a river Ďcause' that angel was dead.
Perhaps I was dreaming a story I read, but then why
was I crying, my hands covered in red? As... I hung my head.
I hung my head. Morning came late but that angel's fate
made me realize, the Lordís only prize was being an angel
spreading love with his eyes. This is my place.
Iím staying right here. - The sun started to rise,
tears still in my eyes. I want to love you but Iíll start
with myself and maybe come summer I'll be back in my health.
I want to see that smile on your face, but maybe next
summer, this isnít a race. Iím quick on the draw, but
changing my pace. And ... I hung my head. I hung my head.
I hung my head.
copyright: Scott Utley
Jan 16 2006