Or maybe she just watched
A little too much TV
It's hard to say, but anyway,
It's plain to see

And so she goes on
Like a drifting satellite
But tonight

Chorus:
Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
When she's falling apart

God could keep his own half-acre
She'd move on
And make another way of her own
And now she feels
She's gained the wheels
But never control

And so she fades out
Like a missing satellite
But tonight

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
And wherever she goes
Angels follow

Angels hold her hands
When she walks in the dark
Angels hold her hands
When she walks away
When she's falling apart