Could be she got lost
or maybe, she just watched
a little too much tv
it's hard to say, but anyway,
it's plain to see
And so she goes on
like a drifting satellite
but tonight
Chorus
angels hold her hands
when she walks in the dark
angels hold her hands
when she's falling apart
God could keep his own half-acre
she'd move on
and make another way of her own
and now she feels
she's gained the wheel
but never control
And so she fades out
like a missing satellite
but tonight
Chorus
angels hold her hands
when she walks in the dark
angels hold her hands
when she's falling apart
Bridge
and wherever she goes
angels follow
Chorus
angels hold her hands
when she walks in the dark
angels hold her hands
when she's falling apart
angels hold her hands
when she walks in the dark
angels hold her hands
when shewalks away
when she's falling apart