As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night   And Cathy was cleaning the spoons   The radio played the hit parade   And I hummed along with the tune      She asked me to change the station   Said, the song just drove her insane   But it weren't just the music playing   It was me she was trying to blame      And the sky is black and still now   Up on the hill where the angels sing   Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle   Looks just like a diamond ring   But it's far, far from me      Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt   And Cathy was closing the lights   A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew   And I wished for once I weren't right      Why we used to laugh together   And we'd dance to any old song   Well, you know, she still laughs with me   But she waits just a second to long      And the sky is black and still now   Up on the hill where the angels sing   Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle   Looks just like a diamond ring   But it's far, far from me      Well, I started the engine and I gave it some gas   And Cathy was closing her purse   We hadn't gone far in my beat-up old car   And I was prepared for the worst      "Will you still see me tomorrow?"   "No, I got too much to do"   Well a question ain't really a question   If you know the answer too      And the sky is black and still now   Up on the hill where the angels sing   Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle   Looks just like a diamond ring   But it's far, far from me