Flying Low

Sheri has an itch that needs to be scratched
Carlos has a contract where he watches her back
there's pleasure to be had in running up against the wheel
it's not for nothing the scars never seem to heal

Johnny found God behind the Taco Bell
The voice rang true amidst the chemical smell
Day after day he went back for the call
A whisper to a murmur and finally nothing at all.

There’s solace in the voices running down the wire
There’s faith born in the patience that living requires
There’s more power in the arrow that is left in the quiver
There’s always time for nothing and nothing lasts forever

Chorus:
I dreamed I saw Angels flying low
They encompass all that’s good or so I’m told
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At night I dream that I shift the moments and faces
And pieces that brought me here
By day I learn to sift through the wreckage
A scavenger without shame or fear

little children rail against an early bed
and me, I just try to drown the voices in my head.
I take whatever means will get me through the night.
And place myself against the artificial light

Chorus

Mary dreams an ocean filled up her veins
James is king of everything inside his head
Harry has an answer for the hamsters in the wheel
There’s little time for anything and everything is real

Chorus;
I dreamed I saw the Angels flying low
They encompass all that’s good or so I’m told
I dreamed I saw the Angels flying low
They encompass all that is good I suppose
I suppose