seems like a long time seems like a long way back
you’re getting ready looking for something black
and you say you’ll be along in your own sweet time
don’t ask me why i’m crying
you look just like an angel sometime
life can get ugly the sun can refuse to shine
bad luck and trouble follows me down the line
but you make it all make sense in your own sweet time
you can call me crazy or blind
you look just like an angel sometimes
the optimist’s suitcase was found by the railroad track
packed full of dreams but no ticket and no way back
did he catch that outbound train
or did he find you just in time
don’t ask me why i’m crying
you look just like an angel sometimes
F / F / Bb / Bb /
F / F / Bb / Bb /
C / Bb / F / Dm /
C / F / C / F / Bb
