Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They ve been there since Christmas morn.
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress
One U-Haul trailera truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus going west.
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why.
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles
The driver peeks outtrying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls.
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?

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