Ezra Furman - Jealous Angels lyrics

The angels are jealous again Of how man walks the line You can hear them composing Pathetic petitions to the Divine Can I be, can I be something special too? Can I be something fine? Can I be, can I be halfway in between The Earth and the sky? But God says "No, that is not how I operate You angels and men you both got lucky In different ways You can hear them too down there Complaining all day, listen" Can I be, can I be, up there in the clouds Can I be out of time Can I be, can I be dressed in white with wings Up in the sky? The gra** is greener, baby, on the other side But plant your gra** in your own yard And it grows wild It starts with dirt and then it reaches for the sky Da da dum da da dum etc