Angel’s got a lot of friends who look like me
But I know where the conversation ends
I’m moving through the city
Sometimes the lights turn low
All the scenery seems the same
It’s not something you can know
It’s not someone you can blame

Don’t pretend that I don’t see
The ripped broken branches
Of your family tree

That’s why people like you, why
People like you
People like you stay away
From people like me

She get’s sad when the right wind blows
through the gray days of the town
A sadness only fading beauty knows
You gotta fly high on the low down
It’s like a puzzling blues
You don’t know just where to begin
It’s not something you can lose
It’s no secret it’s no sin

Don’t pretend that I don’t see
The ripped broken branches
Of your family tree

That’s why people like you, why
People like you
People like you stay away
From people like me

She’ll move on when the right day comes
In a solitary way
Don’t save it for the lost and lonely ones
She’ll leave you on a Sunday
It’s like a labor of love you don’t know what’s right or what’s real
It’s not something you can touch
So it’s not something you can steal away…steal away.

Don’t pretend that I don’t see
The ripped broken branches
Of your family tree

That’s why people like you, why
People like you
People like you, why
People like you
People like you, why
People like you
People like you stay away
From people like me