The piano falls into the street
And the disconserned gent, he struggles to his feet
He brushes himself and says, goodness, wasn't I lucky now
A few moments earlier I might just have been some angel
I could have been an angel today
And thrown all my troubles away
I could have been an angel today
I wouldn't have to worry about a single little thing at all
A little girl, she's all cut up inside
Her lover's just ran away with his best friend's bride
And as she's about to emulate all broken hearts before
She's interrupted by the world outside her door
She could have been an angel today
And thrown all her troubles away
She could have been an angel today
She wouldn't have to worry about a single little thing at all
A little boy with his misspent youth
He's got the urge to selfdestruct the urge for himself
He goes to the doctor, he said, boy, you're just fine
But it's your mother, I'm afraid she ain't got much time
She's gonna be an angel
Angel
