Workin' Them Angels (Live)

Driving away to the east and into the past

History recedes in my rear-view mirror

Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road

The memory humming at the heart of a factory town

All my life

I've been working them angels overtime

Riding and driving and living

So close to the edge

Working them angels

Working them angels

Working them angels

Overtime

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city

Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly

Oh, taking the high road, taking that high road to the wounded city

Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture

All this time

I've been working them angels overtime

Riding and driving and flying

Just over the edge

Working them angels

Working them angels

Working them angels

Overtime

Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future

Oh, turn up the music and smile

Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times

The memory drumming at the heart of an English winter

Memories beating at the heart of an African village

All my life

I've been working them angels overtime

Riding and driving and living

So close to the edge

Working them angels (Working them angels)

Working them angels (Working them angels)

Working them angels

Overtime

Working them angels

Working them angels