Looking For Angeline

I pulled on my wintercoat and I ran into the falling snow My mind was blank, my eyes were blind, I didn't know where I would go But I knew that letter she sent to me was a pack of lies Or so it seemed. Now, I'm still running, looking for Angeline I parked my Oldsmobile outside a cracked, one-eyed motel Where everyone in town is on the way to somewhere else I was scared, when I thought to myself, "Have the last two years just been a dream?" I'm still running, looking for Angeline I bathed in shallow, wishing waters Till I was caught in a riptide Tangled up in the chains of old mines and driftwood I saw the light like a solitary star and reached for it But I was to be drawn deeper Drawn deeper Looking for Angeline Looking for Angeline Looking for Angeline Angeline When I came back I'd no idea how long I had been gone Things you lose are never really lost, battles never really won I look at all these war-worn, sad-eyed men And I know I'm no worse off than them We're all out there, looking for Angeline Looking for Angeline Looking for Angeline Looking for Angeline Angeline