[Verse 1]
Driving away to the east, and into the past
History receeds in my rear-view mirror
Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road
Memory humming at the heart of a factory town
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Taking the high road to the wounded city
Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Driving down the razor's edge between the past and the future
Turn up the music and smile
Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Memories beating at the heart of an African village
[Chorus]