Paul Simon - 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 save my change for a street angel Working his way back home I'd 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 They catch the falling light We hide our hearts like holy hostages We're hungry for the love, and so we bite Workin' his way back home He's workin' his way back home They took him away in the ambulance Made a way with the ambulance He waved goodbye from the ambulance My heart goes out to the street angel