Smoky Mountain Angel (of Doom)

I am the messenger

I am the Smoky Mountain Angel of Doom

Here in the room

Put my jacket on

You're gonna pay for every day you slammed the back door

Would he, the Porch King of San Juan make a steel angel of you?

I've seen maybe 14 of his angels

Sitting on his green street stoop

And with my hands on 10 and 2

Man I got so heavy the sun withdrew

But I drove through the night for a word with you

How was I to know you would never come home?

The refrigerator buzz sounded so alone

And the kettle grows quiet

Wild winds silent

Storm begins to form

And the living room lights go out

I am your reckoner

I am your jury on judgement day

You will atone for every phone call claimed to have been out-of-state

I got the bills and I did the math

And the sum was time that I can't subtract

Well I gave you my word and I want the word back

How was I to know you would never come home?

The refrigerator buzz sounded so alone

And the kettle grows quiet

Wild winds silent

Storm begins to form

And the living room lights go out