angel falls in the water, wets his wings
he can't fly for a while, it's one of those things
he spends the downtime singing...

so there's salt in the water, a bitter taste
just one chance in a lifetime
but you're wasted, you waste it
you spend so much time thinking like they do

when there's so much out there you can't imagine, it's
such a drag, but it's so much better than me
trays up, wheels up, coming in
come and sing now

something caught in the engine, so down i go
with sunlight on the head of my hero
well, it's forward, or fall

but there's so much out there you can't imagine, it's
such a drag, but it's so much better than me
same problems, the same old pain
i got Tom Waits crooning and he's so much better than me
trays up, wheels up coming in
come and sing Tom, yeah, and come again
in your hip black jeans, and your portable phone
you wanna tell me about America, well
what do you know?
in a cool, clear moment that image comes down
you're gonna laugh at me later, i'll laugh at you now

in the middle of the night, i'm wide awake
i'm covering it
i'm covering it...