18 years in the pen, hope headed south with my lover and best friend
Didn't really care back then, parole like a dream I had tossed to the wind
But I realized my lifeline came weekly from one
Through plexiglass visits and untimely puns
It wasn't the soft silky hands of a low flyin' angel
No it wasn't the sweet sound of cherubim, bringin' me sleep
It was asphalt and sweat, coming' late to my bed
Just to tuck me in tighter and see
To whisper without words, deliver the unheard
To show me, to love me complete
18 years in the dirt, mud through the house countless stains on my shirt
Piles of clothes on the floor, talks with policeman outside of a store
The strikeouts, the bad grades, the missed notes and lines
One rugged man picked me up every time
It wasn't the soft silky hands of a low flyin' angel
No it wasn't the sweet sound of cherubim, bringin' me sleep
It was asphalt and sweat, coming' late to my bed
Just to tuck me in tighter and see
To whisper without words, deliver the unheard
To show me, to love me complete
My eyelids get heavy, while little ones grow as they rest
Will I be their personal angel, their own heaven sent
It wasn't the soft silky hands of a low flyin' angel
No it wasn't the sweet sound of cherubim, bringin' me sleep
It was asphalt and sweat, coming' late to my bed
Just to tuck me in tighter and see
To whisper without words, deliver the unheard
To show me, to love me complete