Like motel curtains, we never really met And cutting our losses is our best bet And I’ll owe you the rest, Angela Love goes on like birdsong As soon as possible after a bomb
Angela, with every loss we rise again With new strength and new purpose And I’m as free as a mockingbird Just as free as a mockingbird Singing your last song back to you
Angela, whoa, Angela
Storm doesn’t ask the flower for the rain I never asked for anything back again
Angela, whoa, Angela
You got a garden, don’t you mind a little rain Angela