angels

sometimes it all looks like some chagall

i close my eyes and disappear for awhile

and the world is falling

slowly out of view

while the angels are singing

singing me home

yeah the angels are singing

singing me home

3 o'clock in the morning

and i'm feeling no pain

from way up here

it sure all looks the same

and the stars are spinning

like pinwheels in the sky

while the angels are singing

singing me home

yeah the angels are singing

singing me home

i think i'll stay here a little longer

close my eyes and go back to nowhere

and i wonder if i'll ever

get used to this life i've been living

while the angels are singing

singing me home

yeah the angels are singing

singing me home

home

home

home