Angels on the Radio

I saw a little kid on an iphone

Calling home

So much technology just to be a little boy

I saw a grown man

On that very same phone

Blindly step into the road

Does he know he's a little boy

All these different colors

Rolling round my head

When i'm dead do i get to see some new ones?

President strutting down Houston

Shutting down the town

When he comes around i can't seem to get my work done

All i ever asked for

Was a place to lay my head

Some bread

Someone to share my bed with

All these different people

Rolling round my head

When i'm dead do i get to meet some new ones

There used to be angels

On the fm dial

Kinda make you laugh

Kinda make you sing

Kinda make you cry

Kinda make you smile

Now thru all the airwaves

I don't hear a sound

But i know they're gonna come around

I can hear the angels coming

I can see the angels coming

I can feel the angels coming

Lets put angels on the radio