Could be she got lost Or maybe she just watched a little too much TV Its hard to say but anyway its plain to see And so she goes on like a drifting satellite but tonight Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When shes falling apart God could keep his own halfacre Shed move on and make another way of her own And now she feels shes gained the wheel but never control And so she fades out like a missing satellite but tonight Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When shes falling apart And wherever she goes Angels follow Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When shes falling apart Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When she walks away When shes falling apart
angel, hold, hand, shes, walk