I wish I had an angel
to tell me what I should do
with all these troubles
stuck on me like Superglue
angel, my spirit's so tired
oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah
I wish I had an atlas
to show me where to go
to rid my self of these
emotional clothes I've outgrown
oh, my spirit's so tired
angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah
But if I had an old fat Cadillac
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac
where is there to go to get away?
