Time passes by like those nights spent staring at the
ceiling, wishing I could stop my heart from feeling.
So here I go again, back to an old friend-
A dirty one-way-street.
Has anybody 'round here seen or heard of
"Blake's Angels In The Trees?"
Through a cloud of smoke an old man said to me:
"Darlin' if that's what you're lookin' for,
this ain't the place to be."
Outside, the cold wind blows
and everybody down here knows-
