Street Angel

I've been walking under rainbows
Too long to tell
You keep walking down mean streets
My street angel

I try to bring you in
Out of the cold
But street angels live on the street
And they always will

Street angels aren't like anyone you know
They do what they want
And they go where they go

They may tell you
That you hold the world in your hands
But they always give it back
(They always give it back)

No amount of crying
Changes your mind
No amount of praying
Brings you inside
I know that you love me
And that you always will
You just stand outside and call to me
My sweet street-angel

A Charles Dickens character
With your top hat and your scarf
When you pulled me through the rainbow
I thought you'd stop

But you didn't
You turned around
You went back to the children, and your music
And the people that you love

I can't help but wonder if
Every once in a while
You remember the girl

When you were a homeless angel
That drove you wild
Strange and elusive

No amount of crying
Changes your mind
No amount of praying
Brings you inside
I know that you love me
And that you always will
You just stand outside and call to me
My sweet street-angel

So I ended it all
For the both of us
I fell down the stairs
A broken rag doll

But you never knew
You just thought I went away
With nothing more to hope for
But you don't hear voices any more
No, my sweet street-angel