There are no angels left in America anymore. They left after the Second World War heading west. Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60's. Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade.
Well I'm going down the street. Going to see Sadie. To let her know. She's My Baby. And I'm tired of the games. She's been playin' on me. Well, I maybe young.
She sang like an angel. To the chattering plates. But your pimp and your pusher. You both thought were great. . Well, you earned enough money. To pay for your stuff.
Looking into your eyes I've seen all. I want to be and I don't want it to end. If I could only put into words the way I see you. I only know I have an angel with me now.