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      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 wheel but never control   And so she fades out like a missing satellite but tonight      Angels hold her hands   When she walks in the dark   Angels hold her hands   When she's falling apart      And wherever she goes   Angels follow      Angels hold her hands   When she walks in the dark   Angels hold her hands   When she's falling apart      Angels hold her hands   When she walks in the dark   Angels hold her hands   When she walks away   When she's falling apart