Angels

One, two, three

He walks into the box, that he calls a home

Half a cigarette, is lying by the stove

He don't talk to God, so he listens to the news

It tells him he ain't safe, and the world is ending soon

He says "Why am I so ugly, and why are you?

And why do all these lies seem closer than the truth?

Have I lost the virtue of patience?

Did I slip right through the cracks?

And if I'm losing my way, how do I get back?"

My faith has been shaken, we're all out here waiting

For someone to save us, but

Maybe we, could be, Angels

Maybe we, could be, Angels

He waits at a traffic light that used to be a stop sign

There's a girl begging on the corner, with hunger in her eyes

She's too young to drink, but too old to get high at home, or so her mama thinks

Now she's out here alone

See a business man walk by, with a briefcase and a suit

He's yelling on the phone, cause he's getting some bad news

He said his son ain't doing too well, that he ODed in the park

But could he save him

Maybe we, could be, Angels

Maybe we, could be, Angels

Maybe we, we could be, Angels

Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

Angels

We could be