Angels
Who decided that an angel has to wear white, and have a halo and silver wings Can’t they be clad in brown or plaid or navy blue
And be full of piss and vinegar too
Just like you and me
Who decided that angels had to fly - I bet some trip and skin their knees I’m sure there are some clumsy ones out there
Not every one receives an equal share
Of elegance and grace
(Ch) I prefer me an angel with a big ol’ bag of tools
One who’s a little rough around the edges
Some feathers missing from her wings tells me she’s not afraid of things here on the ground I prefer me an angel with some dirt under her nails
One who feels at home here in the trenches
Those smudges on her cheeks says she won’t shy from the dirty work
Of saving me
Some angels make the starting nine - some languish on the bench Some never even make the team
And have to be content to dream
Of being in the game
Are these hapless ones any less a blessing to us down here on the field Where we’re running ‘round like fools
Trying to learn the rules
Worrying about those things we’ll leave behind
(Ch) I prefer me an angel who’s traveled the long road
Where lumps and bumps are all part of the bargain
Some feathers missing from her wings tells me she’s not afraid of things here on the ground I prefer me an angel with some red clay on her boots
Who won’t be run off by a little misadventure
Those smudges on her cheeks says she won’t shy from the dirty work
Of saving me
(B) You should never travel any faster than your angel can fly Make no unexpected turns at least until your angel learns What it takes to stay right by your side
I’d like to find an angel who shares a little common ground Mine keep quitting me
I’ve gone through two or three
And I’m not sure there’s many more left around
(Ch) I’d prefer me an angel with a big ol’ bag of tools
One who’s a little rough around the edges
Some feathers missing from her wings tells me she’s not afraid of things here on the ground I’d prefer me an angel with some dirt under her nails
One who feels at home here in the trenches
The smudges on her cheeks says she won’t shy from the dirty work
Of saving me