She looks like an angel,

She's all wrapped up in the barlight beneath the disco ball in that old dance hall,

While the boys were out back gettin' high

It's on the back of my mind

When I'm lost in a sea of tail lights

When I'm crossing state lines and the empty space between

Chasing down the sound and a dark place to bleed

I flew towards a light that made me feel so alive, and like Icarus, I fell from the sky

They never clipped my wings babe, we just never quite learned to fly

And the radio says that packing bags is a remedy,

and my witness is the empty sky

I'll find my suitcase on the sidewalk again

All I've got is borrowed time

There's a howling in my chest now that only rests when I'm alone

All drenched down in the heartache now

It feels so close to home

And my dashboard defroster tells me the season's changed

I crossed the county line after midnight to find that things remained the same

I spend all summer with the sun in my eyes and December still on my tongue

I wrote a song about a radio, I never found what I was looking for

The radio says that packing bags is a remedy,

and my witness is the empty sky

I'll find my suitcase on the sidewalk again

All I've got is borrowed time