Three Angels

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 pa*ses 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 pa*s by But does anyone hear the music they play? Does anyone even try?