Hot desert highways, Cadillac towns A circus of cowboys and honky tonk clowns Evangeline waits, from the window she stares. Cool summer dresses are all that she wears. A loud neon jukebox, a rustle of coins In the jeans of pretenders They are hard living boys Who are playing the song of those who have lost Their hearts and their lives, it's part of the cost Evangeline waits In the cool of the night Like a caged nightingale Dreaming of flight. I stand by the highway, call out your name In every city or town, my questions the same Have you seen any angels, Who got lost in the wind? I'd give anything, to see her again. Evangeline waits In the cool of the night Like a caged nightingale Dreaming of flight.