Three angels up above the street

Each one playing a horn

Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out

They're been there since Christmas morn' The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash

Then a lady in a bright orange dress

One u-haul trailer a truck with no wheels

The tenth avenue bus goin' west The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around

A man with a badge skips by

Three fellows crawling on their way back to work

Nobody stops to ask why? The bakery truck stops outside of that fence

Where the angels stand high on their poles

The driver peeks out tryin' to find one face

In this concrete world full of souls The angels play on their horns all day

The whole earth in progressions seems to pass by

But does anyone hear the music they play?

Does anyone even try?