Angels

When I woke up from dreaming
All I saw was clay
Windshield is useless
On a day like today
On a lonely hill I wander
Looking everywhere for you
Forgetting happy memories
Of which I have too few

Now I miss the last train
Just about every day
Just to turn around
And walk the other way
Cold coffee night
Makes tomorrow feel like more of today
Trembling hands and burning eyes
Says you're leaving if I stay

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
But if I was him I think I would