Jen Cass: Music
Even Angels
A man came knockin' on the front door yesterday
He said we’d have to pack our things and move away
It seems some big old five-lane highway’s coming through
That ain’t nothing like the distance growing between me and you
When I first met you, boy I thought you were the answer
The mind of Socrates, the body of a dancer
You held me in those arms I thought I’d found a home
I never knew you were the kind that liked to roam
Until you did
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But I guess…
Even angels lose their wings
We lose precious things
The hard way, I suppose
I can’t calculate the cost
Can’t measure what was lost
Can’t change the things we chose
If I could, I surely would
‘Cause this broken heart ain’t doing me much good
If I could, I’d change your mind
But I think I’d have to sell my soul this time
My soul this time
I packed our memories into boxes, sealed them tight
The house is empty and I’m miles away tonight
So if you come back home there’s nothing left to see
A five-lane highway where your house, your wife
Your whole life used to be
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