Workin’ Them Angels [Time Machine] Rush

Driving away to the east, and into the past
History recedes in my rear-view mirror
Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road

Memory humming at the heart of a factory town

All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime
Riding and driving and living
So close to the edge
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels - overtime

Riding through the range of light to the wounded city
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Oh taking the high road, taking that high road to the wounded city

Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture

All this time
I've been workin' them angels overtime
Riding and diving and flying
Just over the edge
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels - overtime