Infamous Angel

Last night before I went to sleep,

My knees dropped to the floor.

I turned me eyes up to the sky,

And I prayed: "Please help me, Lord.

"You know I've sowed my wild oats,

"And now the fun's all gone."

And then I heard these tender words,

And I put them in my song:

"Infamous Angel, come on home,

"To someone who loves you,

"And knows you needed to roam.

"Grab your things, a ticket's waiting,

"At the bus depot:

"For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'."

I heard Heaven's choir rejoicing,

As the tears broke from my eyes.

And all at once it lifted,

The weight from my past life.

I found a pen and I left a note,

On the dresser drawer:

"Infamous Angel: she don't live here anymore."

"Infamous Angel, come on home,

"To someone who loves you,

"And knows you needed to roam.

"Grab your things, a ticket's waiting,

"At the bus depot:

"For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'."

Then I hurried out the back door,

As quickly as I could.

I went flying down two flights of stairs,

'Til on the street I stood.

And there I took that final look,

At my old neighbourhood.

Then I ran down the street proclaiming:

"Angel: gone for good."

Infamous Angel, going home,

To someone who loves her,

And knows she needed to roam.

She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket,

At the bus depot:

For: "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home."

"Infamous Angel, Destination: Home."