On the day that he left they placed a ring around his neck so they'd know where he came from. He was tired of all the lies and all the shallow ties and he was tired of acting dumb. But on the third day alone he was waiting by the phone for any familiar voice. And he recalled another day when he wished everyone away but now he didn't have the choice
And the angels won't talk to me anymore
On the day that she left, she said it was for the best"she said a person's got to grow. She left all of her friends, she said "everything ends and a person's got to grow." But she couldn't believe, she couldn't hardly conceive that they would take her at her word. Staring at the wall, wishing anyone would call, it all felt so absurd.
And the angels won't talk to me anymore
On the day that she left he thought he never would regret what he had done. He had struggled for years through frustration and tears and now he didn't need anyone. But after throwing all the switches and pulling all the stitches everything felt so flat. And he thought about pleading to show how badly he was needing but it was much too late for that.
And the angels won't talk to me anymore