Could be she got lost   Or maybe she just watched   A little too much TV   It's hard to say, but anyway,   It's plain to see   And so she goes on   Like a drifting satellite   But tonight   Chorus:   Angels hold her hands   When she walks in the dark   Angels hold her hands   When she's falling apart   God could keep his own half-acre   She'd move on   And make another way of her own   And now she feels   She's gained the wheels   But never control   And so she fades out   Like a missing satellite   But tonight   Repeat Chorus   Bridge:   And wherever she goes   Angels follow   Angels hold her hands   When she walks in the dark   Angels hold her hands   When she walks away   When she's falling apart