Soft red light at the hair salon Humming like a cloud for me
Little grey lady by the firelight
A few years down the street Tomorrow morning I will let the moon's Passing take me slow
As her shade descends upon me I will watch from the window
Soft white hands on my trembling head Fill me up with stars
Smile so sweet and hit 30 percent
As I watched it fill her heart
I wish I said I'll be around
In the neighborhood if she
Ever needs a tender shoulder When her world comes crumbling
She came out to the theater last night With her ex boyfriend
Said great show, really broke a leg And she clutched tight onto him
And though her eyes remained glued to mine I started to understand
So carry on bright angel
Carry on bright angel
Carry on bright angel
I will watch you heal your broken hand