On Angel Street

Sunday disappears into a fog

Darkness invites us all inside

To hide amongst the lamplight radial glow

Shadow in the pool

Winter in the wind

A message in the fallen leaves

Cruise down to the plaza in your Merc

Never really know how or where to go

Blow me down you're outside a bank on Angel Street

I arrive but never leave

You leave but never stay

It kind of reminds me of the salad days

I saw your brother during lunch

I saw at once that he was lost and he was mad

He had been standing in the rain to get some snow

But the snow it couldn't fall

The people all go home

And he just kind of stood there helplessly

You should change the message on your machine

So sad, so strange baby to hear my name

Makes me cry when you say we're not at home

And the line it just goes dead

And the trail it just goes cold

I guess that story's told anyway