Lyric Angels

There are no angels left in America anymore
They left after the Second World War heading west
Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60 s
Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade
They kept heading west to who knows where
What are they after?
What are they looking for?
A messiah who never comes?
A virgin birth?
A perfect drug?
A sign, any kind of sign?
Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary
Flying over fields and factories
Momma s going off her head
Daddy s bringing home the bacon
Open up the pearly gates
Fruit of salty lubrication
Tangled up in arms and legs
I can barely touch the bottom
Now I m working up a sweat!
I m ready now
I m ready now

I can barely touch my own self
How could I touch someone else?
I am just an advertisement
For a version of myself
Like molecules in constant motion
Like a million nervous tics
I am quivering in anticipation
Like the sunlight on their wings
I m ready now (don t look back)
I m ready now (I m ready for this)
I m ready nowThe sensuous world - the smell of the sea
The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees
The angel inside - who will meet me tonight
On wings of desire - I come back alive

I m ready
I m ready (I put the dogs outside)
I m ready
I m ready (to take that ride)
I m ready now
I m ready now (to take that wine)
I m ready now but where are you?