Saw some words on a highway sign that just hit me in the chest That seem to say that when things go wrong, that they happen for the best So I grabbed a piece of paper for the words just seem to sing Those aren't clouds on the horizon They're the shadows of the Angel's wings I recall when I was just a boy and my brother and I, well we'd listen through the walls And heard our father tell our Ma, he'd say those kids are no good at all He said we were less than zero, ah, but it didn't mean a thing For those weren't clouds on the horizon, no They were the shadows of the Angel's wings For those weren't clouds on the horizon The shadows of the Angel's wings Now I'm grown, I've got children of my own and I'm careful what I say For I know the power that words can have, words you can not take away So what I try to tell them is the secret of the kings Those aren't clouds on the horizon, no They're the shadows of the Angel's wings Those aren't clouds on the horizon, no They're the shadows of the Angel's wings Put it in your pocket, keep it with your things Put it where their words seep in your soul The secret of the Angel's wings Times are hard and thing are tough and money's getting thin And it seems like there is no way out of here, there is no way to win Then I saw that piece of paper in the dirt by the front porch swing Saying those aren't clouds on the horizon, no Those aren't clouds on the horizon, no Those aren't clouds on the horizon, no They're the shadows of the Angel's wings