I wish I had an angel

to tell me what I should do

with all these troubles

stuck on me like Superglue

angel, my spirit's so tired

oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah



I wish I had an atlas

to show me where to go

to rid my self of these

emotional clothes I've outgrown

oh, my spirit's so tired

angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah



But if I had an old fat Cadillac

I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day

I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac

where is there to go to get away?