Could be she got lost 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 wheel But never control
And so she fades out Like a missing satellite But tonight
CHORUS Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When she's falling apart
BRIDGE And wherever she goes Angels follow
CHORUS Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When she's falling apart Angels hold her hands When she walks in the dark Angels hold her hands When shewalks away When she's falling apart
