Brian Burns Angels & Outlaws
GOD DRIVES A '69 CHEVY IMPALA
WITH STAINED GLASS WINDOWS AND HYPER-STROBE HEADLIGHTS
YOU CAN HEAR HIS ENGINE WHINE AT THE END OF THE RADIO
DIAL.
SATURDAY NIGHT IN PIEDRAS NEGRAS,
NOTHING TO DO HERE BUT DRINK CHEAP TEQUILA
AND WONDER WHETHER LIFE IS A TREASURE OR A TRIAL.
CHORUS
SOMEDAY WE'LL MEET ON THE EDGE OF THAT RIVER,
AND WE'LL FLY AWAY TO SOME FAR, DISTANT LAND,
WHERE ANGELS AND OUTLAWS CAN WALK HAND IN HAND
I THINK OF HER AS AN ANGEL ABOVE ME,
I COUNT THE TIMES SHE HAS TOLD ME SHE LOVES ME.
BUT NOW I AM BOUND TO LIVE OUT MY DAYS ON THE RUN.
SOMETIMES SALVATION IS LOST TO SURVIVAL
I LIVE BY THE PISTOL, SHE LIVES BY THE BIBLE.
BUT WE'LL MEET AGAIN OVER THER. WHEN OUR WORK HERE IS
DONE.
CHORUS
SOMEDAY WE'LL MEET ON THE EDGE OF THAT RIVER,
AND WE'LL FLY AWAY TO SOME FAR, DISTANT LAND,
WHERE ANGELS AND OUTLAWS CAN WALK HAND IN HAND
SOME OF MY FRIENDS, THEY HAVE TAKEN THE HIGH ROAD,
BUT I HAD TO SEE THE THIRD WORLD FIRST-HAND.
LIFE IS A MIXTURE OF SHUFFLES AND TANGOS
AND RHYTHMS AND REASONS I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LIGHT.
GOD, HOW I MISS HER TONIGHT.
GOD PLAYS A '59 BLACK STRATOCASTER
WITH VIBROLUX REVERB AND BIG BANG PRECISION
YOU CAN HEAR HIS HOLY MUSIC TONIGHT ON THE BACK STREETS
OF MAN.
CHORUS
SOMEDAY WE'LL MEET ON THE EDGE OF THAT RIVER,
AND WE'LL FLY AWAY TO SOME FAR, DISTANT LAND,
WHERE ANGELS AND OUTLAWS CAN WALK HAND IN HAND
