He wakes up the evening fades to night To the chiming of an ice cream van that hides there in the dark And sound echoes through the empty park He’s lost and far from home body’s feeling beat up and abused His whiskey and his luck, they all got used And then the phone rings And he hears the angel sing Please won’t come
And time seems to pass him by Ravens all calling from the sky And God takes vengeance slow Maybe that’s the way the story goes? Is that just how you feel when you get old?
He’s searching for the answer everywhere Then God turned one morning with a prayer And he said mine Just have one more glass of wine And then I’m taking you home And wind secrets cold From the footsteps of the empty midnight den(??) shine under silver moons And whisper while he’s sleeping in your bed Home’s not just a place to lay your head