Could be she got lost

Or maybe she just watched

A little too much TV

It's hard to say, but anyway,

It's plain to see



And so she goes on

Like a drifting satellite

But tonight



Chorus:

Angels hold her hands

When she walks in the dark

Angels hold her hands

When she's falling apart



God could keep his own half-acre

She'd move on

And make another way of her own

And now she feels

She's gained the wheels

But never control



And so she fades out

Like a missing satellite

But tonight



Repeat Chorus



Bridge:

And wherever she goes

Angels follow



Angels hold her hands

When she walks in the dark

Angels hold her hands

When she walks away

When she's falling apart