Letter To Bowie Knife

Everyday on my way home The clouds would break and the angels Would sing their refrain this world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste So with my shining blade of steel I would cut a path wide dipped in the ink of the fight Written clean through the night Mark my words upon the front page To set my world straight It's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late Just like I found it, my world is split Right down the spine years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning My blade's back slash beckoning Slice my wounds and I make the sign one more time come on. come on. come home. come home Yeah it's too late, it's too late It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain... did those angels ever sing? Sliced my world in two --- Letter to Bowie Knife - Calexico