Left-Handed Angel – Courtney Marie Andrews

Carry my bag ten blocks
It’s August but it feels like the end of the year
Goin’ to dance with the Scottish broads
The house band is playin’ like a jukebox
Put a quarter in their jar

You’re lookin’ like I should take you home
Sing you to sleep in your wicker throne
Left-handed angel, it is time to go

You’re either on or you’re off
You’re either with me or you’re not

I’m sorry I had to wake you up
My bags are round, I have to catch the next bus
Your Saturn eyes are tired and wild
You’re wavin’ goodbye like a jovial child
Steam in your hair, moon on your mind

Go back to sleep in your cotton mine
Wishful thoughts and a Polish sunrise
Left-handed angel, goodbye

(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)

You’re either on or you’re off
You’re either with me or you’re not