Looking At The Angel - Shawn Phillips

Sitting still and looking at the angel

Giving life and granting all the love

And I know that all of us are able

We can live in love above it all

There’s a time of the year when you start to feel your fear

And you really wonder where you’re going

And you know you hear the call

When the leaves begin to fall

And the melancholy’s fast approaching

But with the mountains so clear

You know another year has gone and nearly passed you by

Then all you need is joy

Like that of a little boy

To live in rapturous wonder

Must we kiss the height of our delusion

Idolize the spectra of illusion

And all your prayers and tribulations

Rack and tortured exaltations

And our cornered expectations

And our ferocious intimations

We are more

How I wish that you were not deluded

I sympathize, I know it’s very hard

We have to live in midst of the confusion

But even so we all can touch a star

But the greatest thing of all

Is the coming of the call

'Cause it keeps you on your toes

It’s catching

And you know you got a friend

When you deign to let her in

'Tis the angel of the briefest passing

And when the sunset’s aflame

You know it’s all a game

But no one really plays the same

And all we got is rules

To keep us from the fools

That live in heartless cruelty