Writer: Charles T. Pyle Well it won't be but a week or two You'll be out huntin' somebody new It must have happened a hundred times before I can see you been spreadin' yourself thin too It's a lonely stage we've been going through Don't get up I can find my own way to the door Well I can see you are an angel Whose wings just won't unfold Tune up your harp Polish your old halo Yeah the only kind of man that you ever wanted Was one that you knew you'd never hold very long Sittin' there cryin like I'm the first one to go You many have thirty lovers behind you Well I can feel you but I sure can't find you Seems like you would have found your own self by now Late at night your old lovers tears comeback Faces in your dream fingers in your back Voices of the memories cryin' out loud Well I can see you are an angel Whose wings just won't unfold Tune up your harp Polish your old halo Yeah the only kind of man that you ever wanted Was one that you knew you'd never hold very long Sittin' there cryin like I'm the first one to go What a joyous site to see you in your sleep I believe I'm leavin, I'm in too deep And that seems easy enough for a man to say 'Cause we'd never agree if we talked all night Things are gettin' kind of heavy I'm travelin' light Goodbye you jaded lover you undercover queen for a day And I can see you are an angel Whose wings just won't unfold Tune up your harp Polish your old halo Well the only kind of man that you ever wanted Was one that you knew you'd never hold very long Sittin' there cryin like I'm the first one to go