Recall these pictures from your past
Open fields, blue summer skies
As you go walking down the hall
Dry while walls go on and on and on

Only angels can fly
Only angels can fly

Sail your desk out to sea
Paper waves dancing in the breeze
A distant talking on your phone
Better tell the wife you won't be coming home

Only angels can fly
Only angels can fly

I am the eye within your storm
When the rain gets here I'm already gone
I am the wind around your door
Come step outside see what the night is for

(c) 1996 Carl Dexter