Questions for the Angels

A pilgrim on a pilgrimage
 Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge
 His sneakers torn
 In the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets
 And the new day is born
 Folded in his backpack pocket
 The questions that he copied from his heart
 Who am I in this lonely world?
 And where will I make my bed tonight
 When twilight turns to dark?
 Questions for the angels
 Who believes in angels?
 Fools do
 Fools and pilgrims all over the world
 If you shop for love in a bargain store
 And you don't get what you bargain for
 Can you get your money back?
 If an empty train in a railway station
 Calls you to its destination
 Can you choose another track?
 Will I wake up from these violent dreams
 With my hair as white as the morning moon?
 Questions for the angels
 Who believes in angels?
 I do
 Fools and pilgrims all over the world
 Downtown Brooklyn
 The pilgrim is passing a billboard
 That catches his eye
 It's Jay-Z
 He's got a kid on each knee
 He's wearing clothes that he wants us to try
 If every human on the planet
 And all the buildings on it
 Should disappear
 Would a zebra grazing in the African savanna
 Care enough to shed one zebra tear?
 Questions for the angels