Writer: Charles T. Pyle



Well it won't be but a week or two

You'll be out huntin' somebody new

It must have happened a hundred times before

I can see you been spreadin' yourself thin too

It's a lonely stage we've been going through

Don't get up I can find my own way to the door



Well I can see you are an angel

Whose wings just won't unfold

Tune up your harp

Polish your old halo

Yeah the only kind of man that you ever wanted

Was one that you knew you'd never hold very long

Sittin' there cryin like I'm the first one to go



You many have thirty lovers behind you

Well I can feel you but I sure can't find you

Seems like you would have found your own self by now

Late at night your old lovers tears comeback

Faces in your dream fingers in your back

Voices of the memories cryin' out loud



Well I can see you are an angel

Whose wings just won't unfold

Tune up your harp

Polish your old halo

Yeah the only kind of man that you ever wanted

Was one that you knew you'd never hold very long

Sittin' there cryin like I'm the first one to go



What a joyous site to see you in your sleep

I believe I'm leavin, I'm in too deep

And that seems easy enough for a man to say

'Cause we'd never agree if we talked all night

Things are gettin' kind of heavy I'm travelin' light

Goodbye you jaded lover you undercover queen for a day



And I can see you are an angel

Whose wings just won't unfold

Tune up your harp

Polish your old halo

Well the only kind of man that you ever wanted

Was one that you knew you'd never hold very long

Sittin' there cryin like I'm the first one to go