Verse 1: I prayed I prayed on my knees On my knees? Oh I prayed all night My chin upon my chest I prayed for a light To help me get through this And in the morning Outside my window I see I wasn't alone, Help was on her way to me Chorus: There's an angel tangled in the telephone lines The telephone lines, the telephone lines Would you say you built our city too high? Our city too high, is sitting too high? Verse 2: Hear sirens crying We called the fire chief And all his firemen Came to cut the angel free And she will bless them They bow their heavy heads This is as close to heaven That they will ever get Bridge: We can't be too sure According to the chief Why our ropes are too short Our ladders won't reach