Made from an angel's hand - with a spirit on high Moving closer to the center of the sweet by and by Glowing like a candle in the black of the night Golden shimmers of pure love Racing down the pale starlight
She don't wanna be the faraway girl She needs love tho they're a thousand miles apart Sometimes the dove will land in my front yard Bringing tidings from the faraway girl
Living near the angels - Some call it paradise Chasing thru the alleys - a dream inside her mind How many broken arrows lie stillborn at your feet Do you find it easy to smile on people that you meet