angel falls in the water, wets his wings   he can't fly for a while, it's one of those things   he spends the downtime singing...      so there's salt in the water, a bitter taste   just one chance in a lifetime   but you're wasted, you waste it   you spend so much time thinking like they do      when there's so much out there you can't imagine, it's   such a drag, but it's so much better than me   trays up, wheels up, coming in   come and sing now      something caught in the engine, so down i go   with sunlight on the head of my hero   well, it's forward, or fall      but there's so much out there you can't imagine, it's   such a drag, but it's so much better than me   same problems, the same old pain   i got Tom Waits crooning and he's so much better than me   trays up, wheels up coming in   come and sing Tom, yeah, and come again   in your hip black jeans, and your portable phone   you wanna tell me about America, well   what do you know?   in a cool, clear moment that image comes down   you're gonna laugh at me later, i'll laugh at you now      in the middle of the night, i'm wide awake   i'm covering it   i'm covering it...