Angel of Lyon

He had a vision of Anne Marie

With a rosary in her hand

So what's exit the rainmaker?

That old gray flannel man

With a closet full of business suits

And a letter by the phone

He said, "I'm on my way to paradise

To see the Angel of Lyon"

And he caught a train in Brussels

Ordered cognac and croissant

And he made a mental list

Of things he owned but did not want

All the buildings and the real estate

The antique glass and stone

He said, "Above poverty

To see the Angel of Lyon"

And he sang Ave Maria

At least the parts he knew

And he watched the shadow of the train

Of the towns that they rolled through

And he closed his eyes and saw two rivers

The Rhone and the Saone

The male and female spirit

Of the city of Lyon

And he waited on the bridge

Where they met the year before

And the days turned into weeks

And the seasons numbered four

And his clothes grew worn and ragged

And through the streets he roamed

Searching every open window

For his Angel of Lyon

And he sang Ave Maria

At least the parts he knew

And he watched his shadow on the wall

Of the streets he walked through

And he crossed the sacred rivers

The Rhone and the Saone

But they would not give him the secrets

Of the Angel of Lyon

Now there's a thousand candles burning

In the basilica tonight

Where Sister Eve Maria

Is the keeper of the light

And down a dream of alleyways

Walks a saint of rag and bone

A madman torn asunder

By the Angel of Lyon

And he sang Ave Maria

At least the parts he knew

And he watched his shadows on the walls

Of the streets he walked through

And he crossed the sacred rivers