Black Velvet Clowns Video (MV)

She came to town in a rusty old Valiant held together by a prayer
Loaded down with all her old dreams, old maps of how she got there
She probably made some wrong turns that threw her off track
Maybe she kept going to see where they would take her or maybe she's working her way back

She made her home a refuge where life couldn't get her down
In her bedroom she hung pictures of angels and black velvet clowns

I first saw her, she was waiting tables, pouring coffee in my cup
She was looking down and smiling, just as I was looking up
She laughed at my old jokes, told a few of her own
I hung around as much as I could and one day she took me home

I became her companion, we were the talk of the town
And I woke each morning and saw angels and black velvet clowns

We laughed away the evenings, it was just the two of us
Sometimes on weekends I'd work on her car, patching up the rust
Then one day when I was away at work and the sky was the blue of her eyes
She packed up and headed for the interstate and never stopped for goodbyes

Everyone saw her leaving, she drove through the center of town
Through car windows they saw her angels and black velvet clowns

Now each day I think about her, it's just as lonesome as it sounds
But each night I have dreams of an angel and her black velvet clowns