John Wesley Harding - The Secret Angel

The secret angel fell from grace
Condemned to wear a human face
Evicted from her paradise
Excommunicated twice
Settled for second best
And so she found me


Don't ask the nature of her crime
Don't ask her why she's serving time
Don't ask this girl why she can't cry
Don't ask her questions that start "why" I'm trying to help her start anew
To learn to walk when once she flew
Above the ups and downs
That floor and ground us


Into the dark, she was reborn
She says tonight will have no dawn
And all the light drains from her eyes
As she forgets to say goodbye
To one more memory
That tries to lift her high