WRITTEN BY: CHUCK PYLE
It won’t be but a week or two
You’ll be out lovin someone new
Seems like it’s happened a hundred times before
And I can see you been spreading yourself in two
It’s a lonely stage, we’re going through
Don’t get up, I can find my own way to the door
I can see you are an angel, whose wings just won’t unfold
Tune up your harp, polish your old halo
Yeah, the only kind of man that you ever wanted
Was the one that you knew you’d never hold very long
Sitting there crying like I’m the first one to go
You may have thirty lovers behind you
I can feel you but I sure can’t find you
Seems like you would have found your own self by now
But late night your old lovers tears come back
Visions in your dreams, fingers in your back
Voices of the memories crying out loud
I can see you are an angel, whose wings just won’t unfold
Tune up your harp, polish your old halo
Yeah, the only kind of man that you ever wanted
Was the one that you knew you’d never hold very long
Sitting there crying like I’m the first one to go
Well it’s a lovely sight to see you in your sleep
I believe I’m in, I’m in too deep
it seems easy enough for a man to say
We never could agree if we talked all night
things are gettin kinda heavy, I’m rollin on light,
you’re my jaded lover, undercover queen for the day
I can see you are an angel, whose wings just won’t unfold
Tune up your harp, polish your old halo
Yeah, the only kind of man that you ever wanted
Was the one that you knew you’d never hold very long
Sitting there crying like I’m the first one to go
© 1975 Toad Hall Music (BMI)
