Angels In America

People dying from lonely days

We're walking and trying to take our souls away

We're just spending out our time

Angels in America slapping on a dime

Slide here for me

Get these chains away, and I'm never quite free

She walks like she is on a line

Angels in America trying to get things done

All on a bad day

All on a runway

She says I'm okay

Bright lights shine in midnight

He's dying for his children, looking for his life

She wonders why she's got to die?

Angels in America trying to hard to fly

This time we'll make it on or own

The forces are teeming and the guns are coming low

All on a bad day, all on a bad day