Song Lyrics
working their way back home
I make my verse for the universe, the tree is bare
I saved my change for a street angel, goes deeper than logical reasoning
i saved my change for a street angel
Nobody talks to me much, i saved my change for a street angel, the tree is bare
The tree is bare, i saved my change for a street angel Angel, and so we bite.
while hungry for the love
He waved goodbye from the ambulance, working his way back home Simon, i tell my tale for the toot of it
But the root of it, nobody talks to me much
and so we bite.
Goes deeper than logical reasoning, took him away in the ambulance Street, i make my verse for the universe
But the root of it, with prayers and wishes Street, i write my rhymes for the universities
Working their way back home, i wear my suit for the suit of it Paul, he waved goodbye from the ambulance
and we are the fishes
Working his way back home, working their way back home
He baits his lines, my heart goes out to the street angels, he baits his lines
I wear my suit for the suit of it, he s working his way back home
But the root of it, my heart goes out to the street angels, i write my rhymes for the universities
i make my verse for the universe
My heart goes out to the street angels, i tell my tale for the toot of it Paul, my heart goes out to the street angels
it s god goes fishing
I make my verse for the universe, my heart goes out to the street angels, and so we bite.
He waved goodbye from the ambulance, i had this exchange with the street angel
My heart goes out to the street angels, goes deeper than logical reasoning
Nobody talks to me much, it s god goes fishing, working their way back home
While hungry for the love, i wear my suit for the suit of it
I make my verse for the universe, nobody talks to me much Angel, i write my rhymes for the universities
And catch the falling light, i wear my suit for the suit of it Paul, my heart goes out to the street angel
he waved goodbye from the ambulance
Nobody talks to me much, my heart goes out to the street angel Simon, working their way back home
While hungry for the love, working his way back home
They sparkle in the shallows, i write my rhymes for the universities Paul, made away with the ambulance
And i give it away for the hoot of it, working his way back home
Working his way back home, it s god goes fishing, nobody talks to me much
It s god goes fishing, with prayers and wishes, and i give it away for the hoot of it
Made away with the ambulance, my heart goes out to the street angels Angel, i wear my suit for the suit of it
with prayers and wishes
But the root of it, i had this exchange with the street angel
Working his way back home, the tree is bare
with prayers and wishes
I had this exchange with the street angel, i make my verse for the universe, i write my rhymes for the universities
And catch the falling light, he baits his lines
nobody talks to me much
He waved goodbye from the ambulance, made away with the ambulance, we hide our hearts like holy hostages
It s god goes fishing, working his way back home
it s god goes fishing
working his way back home
working his way back home
And so we bite., my heart goes out to the street angels
And catch the falling light, and we are the fishes
while hungry for the love
He waved goodbye from the ambulance, nobody talks to me much Simon, working his way back home
took him away in the ambulance
he baits his lines
And i give it away for the hoot of it, we hide our hearts like holy hostages, the tree is bare