Angels

When I woke up from dreaming

All I saw was clay

Windshield is useless

On a day like today

On a lonesome hill I wander

Looking everywhere for you

Forgetting happy memories

Of which I have too few

Now I miss the last train

Just about every day

Just to turn around

And walk the other way

Cold coffee night

Makes tomorrow feel like more of today

Trembling hands and burning eyes

Says you're leaving if I stay

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels

But if I was him I think I would