There’s
angels in the cottonwoods I can almost see them
They
cover an eternity of broken hearts from here to Bethlehem
I
crash so easy like waves rolling in the sand
And
the message in my bottle is an angel reprimand
I
feed my hungry voyeurism ‘til I go blind
And
I watch without connecting suffering of mankind
I’ll
eat the apple from a pig’s mouth as if it’s held in my hand
And
the bitter taste in my mouth is an angel reprimand
Come
on Gabriel won’t you cross that Rio Grande
Fly
low with the pilgrims hauling their contraband
Do
you leave the dead by the road do you haul them up from this wasteland
Is
this a prayer I’m trying to say or an angel reprimand