Lyrics Gino Vannelli – Wrestling With Angels
Text:
I wrestled with an angel
Of darkness called Despair
He claimed that he was
The answer to my prayers
To his general school of thought
He claimed if I chose
I could end all my woes
Forever in a single shot
Well he damn near won me over
But my trigger finger froze
Soon a battle of wits
Became a mortal exchange of blows
Right before the lights went out
He pressed his whiskers to my ear
Then he spat and he cursed
And he whispered these words
With a snarl and a snigger and a sneer
He said…
Give it up, son
You know you never can win
The world is a burning house
It’s always something
Get your gun, son
Kiss all your sorrows goodbye
Bang and you’ll be flyin’
Like a bird up in the sky
Came a-tapping on my shoulder
It was an angel of light called Hope
She said…
Please let an old friend throw you a rope»
Sure it’s dark, cold and windy
And the heavens ain’t no great shakes
But weather wise
You just might be surprised
What a difference a day makes
She said…
Don’t give up, son
It’s true, you can’t always win
The world is a burning house
It’s always something
(There’s always a-something)
Hide your gun, son
One to the head won’t do you right
Come mornin’ I bet you’ll see things
In a whole different light
She said…
A whole different light
Album
Gino Vannelli – Gino Vannelli - Wilderness Road
