Precious angel song, you're my one thing wrong.
you're how the pages rip, you're the line that split my lip
and I carry on.

the only peace I find, is in the transit line,
riding under blackened skies, fists against my eyes,
I am sorrow's song.

give me water, give me water to drink

shame on the songs I've sung, you're the words that tied my tongue,
there's nothing left to come by me,
so hold me close or let me be and hide the hitcher's thumb.

I might see river bends I might just touch the hem.
I might just let you lie, and fill the glass with my clenched eyes and
come back now and then

precious angel song, you're my one thing wrong.
 

Lord, I need a way out of town.
a train will do where a car can't be found.
I think I need a dollar or two.
I think I need some time alone with you.

my reason can be I'm lost out to sea,
and I'm left in the wide open blue.

Joni doesn't call much anymore,
because she's in the city and I'm on the ocean floor
and the lines are down from her to me,
the lines are down when you're phoning the sea

Lord I need a way out of town.
but the roads are all flooded and the trains are all down.
I think I need a day off or two,
I think I need some time alone with you.

my reason can be I'm lost out to sea,
and I'm left in the wide open blue.
 

Sister don't you know I've thought
a lot about leaving,
I'd really like to go out like Elijah
in a blaze of glory.

remember when we said we had
our whole lives ahead us,
we used to hear it all the time.

be sure and tell our mother that I
went out like Elijah,  in a blaze of glory.

Brother don't you know I've thought
a lot about leaving,
I'd really like to go out like Elijah
in a blaze of glory.

and all those songs we sang
were just something to remind us,
how the world was unkind to us.

be sure and tell our father that I
went out like Elijah, in a blaze of glory.

dear God above won't you lend me your ear
I'd like to live all my years before I go out
in a blaze of glory.

and tell me one more time about Jesus
and the wicked king,
and start from the beginning I've got time,
to hear the old story.

hide me hide me oh away
father I'm afraid to say,
what I have done

pull me over heaven's edge
I'm too low for you to catch.
I'm beggar weak with my regret

carry me to higher ground,
with tides of fear I'm tied and bound
you have won.

let me sleep tonight I pray
it's sun gone down and here I lay
I'm burden strong but not today.