Angels  - ListenHere      

I lost my sense of balance, while looking for my pride, 

I lost and found my innocence then left my keys inside.

And my reasons weren’t quite good enough, excuses never hold,

the strings I bent weren’t broken in, my words were much too cold,

Then a blindman took me for a drive on a gray-soaked rainy day.

Then he handed me a steel string and I’ve never been the same ‘cause

I can’t build no steel furniture, don’t know no movie stars

but I’ve found angels,

I’ve found angels,

I’ve found angels

in this old guitar.

The first time that I held her I didn’t know my way

my fingers walked like strangers not knowing what to say.

I held her in my arms so close but struggled with my hands

her body rolled across my lap like the hills of some new land.

Her neck was strung with steel, shiny promises to keep,

a someday song, a tune to strum, a note to play and weep,

I can’t build no steel furniture, don’t know no movie stars

but I’ve found angels,

I’ve found angels,

I’ve found angels

in this old guitar.

For someone there’s that morning dawn, a light before the day,

or an evening’s dusk, a twilight place, ten thousand shades of gray,

or maybe nothing stands out like that moon I can’t forget,

a sliver holding up a star, a sun that won’t decide to set.

I’ve seen some wonders, felt the pounding chords that make me hear,

I’ve walked the road alone at night but never will I fear.

I can’t build no steel furniture, don’t know no movie stars

but I’ve found angels,

I’ve found angels,

I’ve found angels

in this old guitar.