Last night before I went to sleep, My knees dropped to the floor. I turned me eyes up to the sky, And I prayed: "Please help me, Lord. "You know I've sowed my wild oats, "And now the fun's all gone." And then I heard these tender words, And I put them in my song: "Infamous Angel, come on home, "To someone who loves you, "And knows you needed to roam. "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting, "At the bus depot: "For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'." I heard Heaven's choir rejoicing, As the tears broke from my eyes. And all at once it lifted, The weight from my past life. I found a pen and I left a note, On the dresser drawer: "Infamous Angel: she don't live here anymore." "Infamous Angel, come on home, "To someone who loves you, "And knows you needed to roam. "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting, "At the bus depot: "For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'." Instrumental Break. Then I hurried out the back door, As quickly as I could. I went flying down two flights of stairs, 'Til on the street I stood. And there I took that final look, At my old neighbourhood. Then I ran down the street proclaiming: "Angel: gone for good." Infamous Angel, going home, To someone who loves her, And knows she needed to roam. She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket, At the bus depot: For: "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home." "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home." Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com