Left-Handed Angel

Carry my bag ten blocks
It's August but it feels like the end of the year
Going to dance with the Scottish broads
House band is playing like a jukebox
Put a quarter in their jar

You're looking like I should take you home
Sing you to sleep in your wicker throne
Left-handed angel, it is time to go

You're either on, or you're off
You're either with me, or you're not
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I'm sorry I had to wake you up
My bags are 'round; I have to catch the next bus
Saturn eyes are tired and wild
Waving goodbye like a jovial child
Steam in your hair, moon on your mind

Go back to sleep in your cotton mine
Wishful thoughts and a Polish sunrise
Left-handed angel, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, goodbye
Goo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, goodbye
Goo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, goodbye
Goo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, goodbye

You're either on or you're off
You're either with me or you're not