i've been wondering what you meant when you asked   do you have a light?   i've been wondering where you went when you left   that party that night   cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky   it's dawn's roadkill   i've been driving since midnight   and i'm driving still      stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind   on my rand mcnally   then i feel the air go cold as i drift in   to the first blue of the valley   you're wondering how far down you are   on my call back list   but you don't realize everytime i find i'm by a phone   the landscape shifts      every other song someone's trying to write angels   into the wrold   every grace, every ace every near miss   every decent kiss by a pretty girl   she was an angel   she looked like an angel   and all of the angels did sing   the angels were watching   and the angels were listening   and the angels were on hand   to stand in for everything      you can call it magic   when a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat   but the reason i don't call is cuz i wonder   if there isn't a better word than that   and you can call me crazy   but i think you're as lazy   as white paint on a wall   and i know you'll only speak to me in dial tones   if i call      it's been way too long   since i've been behind the wheel   headlights guiding me through the dark i feel   dry eyed trying hard to resist   sleep's first kill   everytime i have time to think   i think of this