i've been wondering what you meant when you asked

do you have a light?

i've been wondering where you went when you left

that party that night

cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky

it's dawn's roadkill

i've been driving since midnight

and i'm driving still



stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind

on my rand mcnally

then i feel the air go cold as i drift in

to the first blue of the valley

you're wondering how far down you are

on my call back list

but you don't realize everytime i find i'm by a phone

the landscape shifts



every other song someone's trying to write angels

into the wrold

every grace, every ace every near miss

every decent kiss by a pretty girl

she was an angel

she looked like an angel

and all of the angels did sing

the angels were watching

and the angels were listening

and the angels were on hand

to stand in for everything



you can call it magic

when a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat

but the reason i don't call is cuz i wonder

if there isn't a better word than that

and you can call me crazy

but i think you're as lazy

as white paint on a wall

and i know you'll only speak to me in dial tones

if i call



it's been way too long

since i've been behind the wheel

headlights guiding me through the dark i feel

dry eyed trying hard to resist

sleep's first kill

everytime i have time to think

i think of this