The Angel

It was a cold and wet December day

When we touched the ground at JFK

Snow was melting on the ground

On BLS I heard the sound

Of an angel

New York, like a Christmas tree

Tonight this city belongs to me

Angel

Soul love...this love won't let me go

So long...Angel of Harlem

Birdland on fifty-three

The street sounds like a symphony

We got John Coltrane and a love supreme

Miles says she's got to be an angel

Lady Day got diamond eyes

She sees the truth behind the lies

Angel

Soul love...this love won't let me go

So long...Angel of Harlem

Angel of Harlem

She says it's heart...heart and soul...

Yeah yeah...(yeah)

Yeah yeah...(right now)

Blue light on the avenue

God knows they got to you

An empty glass, the lady sings

Eyes swollen like a bee sting

Blinded you lost your way

Through