Little Volcano
Said I'll just go for a ride and have a look 'round
He took off his fidora and stuck his fingers in the crown
And he pulled out twenty dollars
And he laid that money down
He called out to a taxi cab
Take me down to Central Park
And keep that meter runnin' to the twenty dollar mark
And he kept his eyes turned forward
And he sat up straight and tall
And no one even noticed him, no one cared at all
It's a fine, fine day for a reunion
It's a fine, fine day for comin' home
You did your sittin', you did hard time<
The Angel Song
(Kendall, Niven)
Fallen angel ripped and bruised
Think on better days
Life is rude, treats you bad
Tears your wings away
Raise your eyes to star and sky
Believe in fly aways
Take your dreams, your broken schemes
And sweep the past away
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
Hollywood ain't paved with gold
It's just a trick of light
Sunset falls on stars of old
And blinds you with its light
A spiders web of tangled lives
Lays stretched across the hills
From distances it's glistening
Like El Dorado's halls
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
The dream was light
And fragrant nights
But how were you to know
The streets are hard
They're mean and scared
Where only fools find gold
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
Fly lonely angel
Spread your wings another way
Fly lonely angel
Find a better way
A better day