One Sad Angel

Everett Manning
lay in the sun booth tanning
thinking about the way that it was

One sad angel
hanging by his halo
sent to watch what this man does

There’s people who have less
and want less than you,
people who swear it’s a sin what you do,
people who pray that you won’t make it through,
but that’s what pulls you through

Everett spent hours
never smelling flowers
stepping on the hands of young dreams

Movin’ up the ladder
Angels getting sadder
Manning’s as heartless as he seems

There’s people who have less
and want less than you,
people who swear it’s a sin what you do,
people who pray that you won’t make it through,
but that’s what pulls you through

This angel’s sad
other worldly mad
one mortal can’t even moan

Manning’s endeavors,
buttons and levers
leave his conscience alone

There’s people who have less
and want less than you,
people who swear it’s a sin what you do,
people who pray that you won’t make it through,
but that’s what pulls you through