Angel Of The Night (Dee Dee Bridgewater)

An empty rockin' chair Knitting basket by the table A setting sun casting shadows on Old hands no longer able A faded silhoutte she starts to cry And just outside her window Cars are passing by Only time will console her. Across the way in a bar room At a table in the corner He nods his head at the barman As the waitress take his order An ashtray full of cigarettes disguise The constant state of fear That he holds inside He could end up his life all alone here. Sweet angel of the night If you can hear me call Oh won't you spread your wings Please try to help us all Help us to understand That if we give a hand Then we might save a fall. Sweet angel of the night If you can hear my plea Than be our guiding light So all the world can see Can see that if we start To open up our hearts Then there's a chance for peace The streets outside are so cold now We behave like total strangers We hang our heads never smiling Acting like we're all in danger Pretending we can take it all in stride Caught up in the struggle Trying to survive We're so lost, there's no hope There's no joy here... Sweet angel of the night If you can hear me call Oh won't you spread your wings Please try to help us all Help us to understand That if we give a hand Then we might save a fall. Sweet angel of the night If you can hear my plea Than be our guiding light So all the world can see Can see that if we start To open up our hearts Then there's a chance for peace