Roadside Angel

We had destiny watered down in a glass and the ice was christmas lights Salvation was standing on the side of the road though it’s illegal to hitchhike On the motorways of outer space and the campsites of past lives You might find an angel in the stars, with a broke down motorbike When you’re old and your whole body’s full of cancers you can’t name I hope you drift over northern poles and feel no kind of pain Get up to that waiting room where they play back your whole life And that super 8 or some old videotape you’ll think “well ain’t this nice?” Everybody just wants a way to find love Constellations are different everywhere but they make no sense down south I’ve been trying to breathe that difficult air but I closed my cowboy mouth You looked at me a patient stare the way a doctor does his nurse They put me in my permanent chair and they drove off in the hearse Everybody just wants a way to find love