Text: Shawn Colvin. Live '88. Cry Like an Angel.

The streets of my town are not what they were
They are haloed in anger, bitter and hurt
And it's not so you'd notice but it's a sinister thing
Like the wheels of ambition at the christening

So I went out walking on the streets of the dead
With a chip on my shoulder and a voice in my head
It said you have been brought here, though you don't know what for
Well, the mystery train is coming right to your door

And I hear you calling, you don't have to call so loud
I see you falling and you don't have to walk so proud
You can run all night but we can take you where
You can cry like an angel

There were high school night dances
When we played stump the band
We were raising each other in a strange land

There were hard pills to swallow
But we drank 'em all down
Oh, the nights were too short then
And now they're a little too long

I hear you calling and you don't have to call so loud
I see you falling and you don't have to walk so proud
You can run all night but we can take you where

You can shout out in anger
You can laugh like a fool
You can cry like an angel

So look homeward, baby
Keep your eyes on the sky
They will never forgive you
So don't ask them to try

This is your party, I know it's not your ideal
May we all find salvation
In professions that heal

I hear you calling, you don't have to call so loud
I see you falling and you don't have to walk so proud
You can run all night but we can take you where
You can shout out an answer, you can laugh like a fool

You can call up to heaven
We'll be listening to you
You can sing hallelujah

You can fly like a bird
You can cry like angel
When there are no words