FALLEN ANGEL

FALLEN ANGEL

He used to call me Angel
And give me sweet bouquets
Of roses from his garden
And even some nosegay's;
He once asked me to marry him
Before she came along
Now I'm a fallen Angel
In a sad country song.

Just a fallen Angel
Who slid off her falling star
He traded me in just like
He would, a newer model car.
But Angel's often have wings
And I will soon find mine
To fly away from yesterday
And leave them both behind.

Fallen Angels should not cry
But it's hard to keep it in
When I see them holding hands
And mine's empty again.
On Friday nights I miss him
And every week-end, long
The melody seems to linger
Like an old country song.

I hear she's his Angel now
And keeps his nights lit up
With passion and good lovin'
Like sweet nectar in a cup.
But when it rains, he'll listen
To a favourite melody
Close his eyes, remembering
His fallen Angel; me.