Tired Angels (To J.M.H.)

Put their shoulders to the big wheel
 Work their fingers to the bone
 Take their pleasures in the future
 Put it down and bring it home
 Walk around into the sundown
 Looking for an honest man
 Gentle people seeing too much
 Aching to be what they can
 Chorus:
 Angels, tired angels
 Tired down inside their shoes
 All wanting grace
 They live again, rhythym lines on the king of Gondor's face
 Children, gentle children
 Gentle leaving to the wars
 They found their place
 And live again, their rhythym lives on the king of Gondor's face
 Sinking down into the lame words
 Overflowing with their sorrows
 Praying for it all to cease fire
 Saturated with desire
 Standing up to all the brave men
 Laughing hollow at the day's end
 Walking back and give a handshake
 This is just another bad break
 Chorus