Angels Willi Carlisle

I was born on the wide prairie
With it's wheat so wild and strong
I left my home when I turned twenny-one
Still dunno if I was wrong
'Cuz I know a girl down in southern Illinois
Who has me tangled up like kudzu vines
One good look at her shinin' smile
You can tell she'll never be mine

And to tell you the truth, I miss all the laughs
Of lovin' one another like sociopaths
So I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin'
For angels to carry me back home

If I was a bird, I'd tear up my throat
Throwin' songs across telephone wires
If I was a dog I'd rattle my chain
Let my handlers decide how I live, how I die
I'd howl at the wind, and piss on the grass
So they'd know who I was
Ask me why I leave a dying trace
It's either for fear or maybe because

Well to tell you the truth, I can't go free:
I need the master's leash more than it needs me
So I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin'
For angels to carry me back home