Lyrics

Angel
© 2002 Sarah Lentz


Angel sent to 5th and West End, sitting across from me, sipping his coffee.
He said, ?girl pick up your pen and write some poetry.?
Angel sent to 5th and West End, buttoned-down white wings,
black glasses on his head.
And he said, ?write something, something I can really see.?

From Dakota he flew over to where I?d play.
And heard the saddest songs he ever heard sang
From a fifty year old woman inside twenty year old bones.

Angel sent from heaven?s hand. I?ll never see him again.
Guess that?s part of the plan.
Won?t you marry me in the lines of your poetry?
The secret?s safe with me, our covenant of tangibility.

From Dakota he flew over to where I?d play.
And heard the saddest songs he ever heard sang
From a fifty year old woman inside twenty year old bones?

From Dakota he flew over to Tennessee
And heard the saddest songs he ever heard me sing,
I was a fifty year old woman inside twenty year old bones, year old bones.