Sometimes An Angel - Waylon

He’s walking the usual way home on this Summer night

He’s got his hands in his overall pockets

It’s been a day full of twisting and turning

All those thoughts inside

And his small world is shattered

He’s broken open wide

Sometimes an angel flies away

Leaving a poor boy to find his way

Sometimes an angel can pull you down

So leave her to fly boy she’s heaven bound

In this small town where the sun always burns the sky

They shared dreams, hope and sometimes lies

She wanted to run wild

Beautiful she opens her wings

But he wouldn’t see her