Marah Angels On A Passing Train
Sunday morning sunlight
mixed with moonlight in your eyes
from last night
Coffee tastes like birthday cake
and we get older
with every sip I take
Days they come with price tags
like old Air Jordans or Gangster Gold
Your cross eyed stares meet crooked glares
as we walk down through the streets of Town
Your laughter is my Jesus,
cut down from the cross shaken but alive
Conversation lags with the days first fags,
it drags and drags and drags
Smoke levitates away from us,
like faces on a queensbound bus
Holding your hand I’m an imperfect man
with God on his side, somehow… someway….
Here we go, it’s just around the corner!
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
Angels on a passing train…
Step into the light!
Welcome to the Doghouse
some poor, rich girls gone bashed apart
Where oxygen pops like caviar
and we get luckier with each passing car
Making love to the world with an eye for the weak,
our souls pumpin blood but a few feet apart
Baby lead me not into temptation,
I’ll see your heaven and raise you two stars!
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
(Angels in the pouring rain)
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
(Angels up around the bend)
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
(Angels on a silver chain)
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
Angels on a passing train…
Step into the light!
