Broken Angel

Wheel my bag in Tryin' to keep from Being six feet closer to him He's my pilot Got his mask down See his mustache could do with a trim I got turned down For the lounge again Went up a staircase that I shouldn't be Pull my mask down Breathe a gulp in Broken angel sits on top of a tree The year is drifting into vapor Its scarring trails across the air I'm holding torn up Christmas paper There's angels singing everywhere Coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home, coming home Young kid staggers Up towards me Either drunk or he's only three He scans my face now For all the answers But if I'm smiling then he'd never see I touch the stewardess' fingers As she passes me my drink We pause a second Just to see if That was as bad as we both think The year is drifting into vapor Its scarring trails across the air I'm holding torn up Christmas paper There's angels singing everywhere Coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home, coming home Pull the window Shield wide open Feel the sunlight on my face Out on the wing there Sits an angel Singing for the human race And I think that I could reach out And take the stewardess' hand And in the narrow Space we're given We'll dance together till we land The year is drifting into vapor Its scarring trails across the air I'm holding torn up Christmas paper There's angels singing everywhere Coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home Coming home, coming home, coming home There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home) There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home, coming home) There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home) There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home, coming home)