I prayed, I prayed on my knees   On my knees...   Oh, I prayed all night   My chin upon my chest   I prayed for a light   To help me get through this   And in the morning   Outside my window I see   I wasn't alone   Help was on her way to me      CHORUS:   There's an angel tangled in the telephone lines   The telephone lines, the telephone lines   Would you say we built our city too high?   Our city too high, is sitting too high...      Hear sirens crying   We called the fire chief   And all his firemen   Came to cut this angel free   And she will bless them   They bow their heavy heads   This is as close to heaven   As they will ever get      CHORUS      BRIDGE:   We can't be too sure   According to the chief   Why our ropes are too short   Our ladders won't reach      There's an angel tangled in the telephone lines   The telephone lines, the telephone lines   Let's just say we built our city too high   Our city too high, was sitting too high...      I prayed, I prayed on my knees   On my knees...