Testo Angels

Could be she got lost
Or maybe, she just watched
A little too much TV
It's hard to say, but anyway
It's plain to see

And she goes on
Like a drifting satelite But tonight

CHORUS
Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
When she's falling apart

God could keep His own half acre
She'd move on
And make another way of her own
And now she feels
She's gained the wheel
But never control
And so she fades out
Like a missing satellite
But tonight

Repeat chorus

BRIDGE
And wherever she goes
Angels follow

Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
When she walks away
When she's falling apart