Angels

There are no angels left in America anymore They left after the second World War heading west Stopping briefly in Japan during the '60s In Tienanman Square, during the last decade They kept heading west to who knows where What're they after? What're they looking for? A Messiah who never comes? A virgin birth? A perfect drunk? A sign, Any kind of sign Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary Flying over fields & factories Momma's goin' off her head Daddy's bringin' home the bacon Open up the pearly gates Fruit of salty lubrication Tangled up in arms & legs I can barely touch the bottom Now I'm workin' up a sweat! I'm ready now-- I'm ready now-- I can barely touch my own self How could I touch someone else? I'm just an advertisement For a version of myself Like molecules in constant motion Like a million nervous tics I am quivering with anticipation Like the sunlight on their wings I'm ready now (Don't look back) I'm ready now (I'm ready for this) I'm ready now The sensuous world ? the smell of the sea The sweat off their wings ? the fruit from the trees The angel inside ? will meet me tonight On wings of desire ? I come back alive I'm ready I'm ready (I put the dogs outside) I'm ready I'm ready (To take that ride) I'm ready now I'm ready now (To take that wine) I'm ready now But where are you? --- Angels - David Byrne