Street Angel歌词

Street Angel - Paul Simon

My heart goes out to the street angels
Working their way back home
My heart goes out to the street angels

I saved my change for a street angel
Working his way back home
I had this exchange with the street angel
Nobody talks to me much

I said nobody talks to me much

Nobody

So he says

I make my verse for the universe

I write my rhymes for the universities

And I give it away for the hoot of it
I tell my tale for the toot of it
I wear my suit for the suit of it
The tree is bare but the root of it
Goes deeper than logical reasoning
It's god goes fishing

And we are the fishes

He baits his lines

With prayers and wishes

They sparkle in the shallows

And catch the falling light

We hide our hearts like holy hostages
While hungry for the love and so we bite

Working his way back home

He's working his way back home
Took him away in the ambulance

Made away with the ambulance

He waved goodbye from the ambulance

My heart goes out to the street angel