Angel

Show me something worse

Than a child outside a church

Begging with a cardboard box

In a heartless town that hurts and mocks

And on a chair anywhere

I will sit down and cry

And close my eyes

Against the Christmas windows

Here in Christmas town

A young girl rests her tattered head

And the festive lights shine down

And if she were a kitten

Someone would take her home

But we＇ve no pity for our own kind

Our hearts are stone

Our eyes are blind

Show me something more

Than the wolf at the door

All the begging in the cold

To keep the wolf from the fold

Show me something more

Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore

Under African sun or Dublin rain

Necessities remain the same

On the roof the old wood shed

The moon rested it＇s pale head

Cost a woman on a screen

Who saw same things she＇d never seen

And on a chair in a hospital

She sat down and cried

And close her eyes

Show me something more

Than the wolf at the door

All the begging in the cold

To keep the wolf from the fold

Show me something more

Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore

Under African sun or Dublin rain

Necessities remain the same

Angel Everything But The Girl