ANGEL OF THE NIGHT		Dee-Dee Bridgewater



AN EMPTY ROCKIN' CHAIR
KNITTING BASKET BY THE TABLE
A SETTING SUN CASTING SHADOWS ON
OLD HANDS NO LONGER ABLE
A FADED SILHOUETTE SHE STARTS TO CRY
AND JUST OUTSIDE HER WINDOW
CARS ARE PASSING BY
ONLY TIME WILL CONSOLE HER.
ACROSS THE WAY IN A BAR ROOM
AT A TABLE IN THE CORNER
HE NODS HIS HEAD AT THE BARMAN
AS THE WAITRESS TAKE HIS ORDER
AN ASHTRAY FULL OF CIGARETTES DISGUISE
THE CONSTANT STATE OF FEAR
THAT HE HOLDS INSIDE
HE COULD END UP HIS LIFE ALL ALONE HERE.

	SWEET ANGEL OF THE NIGHT
	IF YOU CAN HEAR ME CALL
	OH WON'T YOU SPREAD YOUR WINGS
	PLEASE TRY TO HELP US ALL
	HELP US TO UNDERSTAND
	THAT IF WE GIVE A HAND
	THEN WE MIGHT SAVE A FALL.
	SWEET ANGEL OF THE NIGHT
	IF YOU CAN HEAR MY PLEA
	THEN BE OUR GUIDING LIGHT
	SO ALL THE WORLD CAN SEE
	CAN SEE THAT IF WE START
	TO OPEN UP OUR HEARTS
	THEN THERE'S A CHANCE FOR PEACE.

THE STREETS OUTSIDE ARE SO COLD NOW
WE BEHAVE LIKE TOTAL STRANGERS
WE HANG OUR HEADS NEVER SMILING
ACTING LIKE WE'RE ALL IN DANGER
PRETENDING WE CAN TAKE IT ALL IN STRIDE
CAUGHT UP IN THE STRUGGLE
TRYING TO SURVIVE
WE'RE SO LOST, THERE'S NO HOPE
THERE'S NO JOY HERE...