FALLEN ANGEL

I saw her in the corner just sipping on a beer.
So I went up and asked her, “Why’s a girl like you in here?
You’re such a lovely lady. I’m sure you’ve got a man.”
She just smiled and said, “There’s something you don’t understand.”

She said, “He used to call me angel
Before he said goodbye,
But when he took another lover,
I had to spread my wings and fly.
Now I don’t need your sympathy.
I’ve had lots of time to cry,
And this angel may have fallen,
But her spirit’s flying high.”

I asked if I could join her, and she said, “Pull up a chair.”
Then I shared her observations that life is seldom fair.
She said that she was willing to try her hand once more,
But even so, she recalled how she was hurt before.

I stood up from the table and asked her for a dance.
She smiled at me and said, “Okay, I guess I’ll take the chance.”
As we moved to the music, as mile came across her face.
It was plain to see, there’s a memory she’s ready to replace.

Feb. 3, 1994

Music File

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