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

Donít pretend that I donít see
The ripped broken branches
Of your family tree

Thatís why people like you, why
People like you
People like you stay away
From people like me

She getís 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
Itís like a puzzling blues
You donít know just where to begin
Itís not something you can lose
Itís no secret itís no sin

Donít pretend that I donít see
The ripped broken branches
Of your family tree

Thatís why people like you, why
People like you
People like you stay away
From people like me

Sheíll move on when the right day comes
In a solitary way
Donít save it for the lost and lonely ones
Sheíll leave you on a Sunday
Itís like a labor of love you donít know whatís right or whatís real
Itís not something you can touch
So itís not something you can steal awayÖsteal away.

Donít pretend that I donít see
The ripped broken branches
Of your family tree

Thatís 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