Driving away to the east, and into the past
History recedes in my rear view mirror
Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road
Memory humming at the heart of factory town
All my life
Ive been workin them Angels overtime
Riding and driving and living
So close to the edge
Workin them Angles,
Workin them Angles,
Workin them Angles overtime
Riding through the range of light to the wounded city
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Taking the high road to the wounded city
Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture
All this time
Ive been working them angles overtime
Riding and driving and flying
Just over the edge
Worikin the Angles,
Workin them Angles,
Workin them Angles overtime
Driving down the razors edge between the past and the future
Turn up the music and smile
Get carried away on the songs and stories of the vanished times
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Memories beating at the heart of an African village
All my life
Ive been workin them Angels overtime
Riding and driving and living
So close to the edge
Workin them Angles,
Workin them Angles,
Workin them Angles overtime