Angels In Chelsea
Last night I saw a suit give a buck to a bum20 feet down the street, someone yelling, look upSome girl, maybe 18, probably drunkJust in time, out the way of a bus
And maybe things are finally getting better, betterMaybe everyone is finally fed up enoughMaybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up
Brown bags, Sky high, I see angels in ChelseaWall Street, chic life, I see angels in ChelseaLost souls pass by through the chain link and concreteAnd everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around meAnd everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea
Spring Street, hear a busker singing the blues'Bout peace in the world and some money for foodAnd little kid says, "I'm gonna be like youA superstar, and I'ma make a difference tooAnd I'ma make a difference too"
And maybe things are finally getting better, betterMaybe everyone is finally fed up enoughMaybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up
Brown bags, Sky high, I see angels in ChelseaWall Street, chic life, I see angels in ChelseaLost souls pass by through the chain link and concreteAnd everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around meAnd everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea
Subway, saw a woman in a beautiful dressHead down in her hands, makeup a messYoung mom, two kids, holes in their shoesSays I've been there too, and you're gonna get throughYeah, I've been there too and you're gonna get through
Brown bags, Sky high, I see angels in ChelseaWall Street, chic life, I see angels in ChelseaLost souls pass by through the chain link and concreteAnd everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around meAnd everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea
I see packing in the crossstreetsI see angels in ChelseaI see angels around meAll these angels in ChelseaAll these angels around meAll these angels around meI see angels in Chelsea