watered-down versions of great old pop songs
everywhere I turn on my radio
I'm looking for a sign, a song to give me comfort
but all I find are reminders that you're gone

make me an angel, I'll fly away
or find a rodeo and ride, ride, ride
if there's nothing new under the sun
at least give me something I can hold on to

sing hallelujah, here I am again
the baffled king on his feet of clay
I know that I should try and walk away
but I can still remember when we shined

make me an angel, I'll fly away
or find a rodeo and ride, ride, ride
if there's nothing new under the sun
at least give me something I can hold on to

hello, it's me again
I'm calling for you
reaching out across this cold and lonely night
I hope they play this song
maybe you'll hear it
and you will know you can come home

make me an angel, I'll fly away
or find a rodeo and ride, ride, ride
if there's nothing new under the sun
at least give me something I can hold on to

Posted Thursday, May 24th 2012