Driving away to the east, and into the past History recedes in my rear-view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at the heart of a factory town
All my life I've been workin' them angels overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Overtime
Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly Taking the high road to the wounded city Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture
All this time I've been working them angels overtime Riding and driving and flying Just over the edge Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Overtime
Driving down the razor's edge between the past and the future Turn up the music and smile Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter Memories beating at the heart of an African village
All my life I've been workin' them angels overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Overtime
