There are no angels left in America anymore

They left after the Second World War heading west

Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60's

Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade

They kept Heading west to who knows where

What are they after?

What Are they looking for?

A messiah who never comes?

A virgin birth?

A perfect drug?

A sign, any kind of sign?

Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary

Flying over fields and factories

Momma's going off her head

Daddy's bringing home the bacon

Open up the pearly gates

Fruit of salty lubrication

Tangled up in arms and legs

I can barely touch the bottom

Now I'm working up a sweat!

I'm ready now

I'm ready now



I can barely touch my own self

How could I touch someone else?

I am just an advertisement

For a version of myself

Like molecules in constant motion

Like a million nervous tics

I am quivering in anticipation

Like the sunlight on their wings

I'm ready now (don't look back)

I'm ready now (I'm ready for this)

I'm ready now



The sensuous world - the smell of the sea

The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees

The angel inside - who will meet me tonight

On wings of desire - I come back alive



I'm ready

I'm ready (I put the dogs outside)

I'm ready

I'm ready (to take that ride)

I'm ready now

I'm ready now (to take that wine)

I'm ready now but where are you?