I saw a foreign angel
She brushed across my dream
She didn’t
Why the trees must fallAnother bit of junk mail through
Crystal blue reflects from the skyShe'll surface once more now
I think aloud tonightTomorrow's another day I knowForgotten thoughts were
I pace the sky looking for itI feal frustrated, some
Had a brotherDrove a boot-filled CadillacLeft home at fourteenSaid mom
I think I met a girlWho likes to make me
Went down fascination street the other daySick of waiting for
We've got some problems I know we need to solveWith
In the still of the night or dayThere's a thumping
If you lost your faithYou can have mineYou see my
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