Andy Smith - Street Angel lyrics

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