"Angels In America" lyrics

People dying from lonely days
We're walking and trying to take our souls away
We're just spending out our time
Angels in America slapping on a dime

Slide here for me
Get these chains away, and I'm never quite free
She walks like she is on a line
Angels in America trying to get things done

All on a bad day
All on a runway
She says I'm OK

Bright lights shine in midnight
He's dying for his children, looking for his life
She wonders why she's got to die?
Angels in America trying to hard to fly

This time we'll make it on or own
The forces are teeming and the guns are coming low
All on a bad day, all on a bad day