Secret Angel Man

No Momma

Is there something going on

I’ve been sleeping far too long

Why don’t you wake me.

Too late

All the time has come and gone

And the whole thing will be wrong

If you don’t wake me.

Listen

Son, it hasn’t rained in years

And the sky looks far too clear

To run (defensive/the fences[?])

Look out

All the torches are ablaze

Burning off the evening haze

Pure defensive.

Be my angel

And guide me through the night

My secret angel

Be my second sight

Be my angel

What else can I do

Wrap your wings around my head

And put my trust in you.

Momma

I must run the riverbank

California in my head

I’m not dreaming

Momma

Will you pray for me tonight

Will you guide me on my flight

To know its meaning.

Be my angel

Guide me through the night

My secret angel

Be my second sight

Be my angel

What else can I do

Wrap your wings around my head

And put my trust in you.