down by the bay
they've got time to play
the whole dang day
baiters baiting bait upon their hooks
hoping to catch...something to cook
Angel, when all my fish fishin' is through
I'll rise with you

double header ballgames played tonight
had too many cold ones, got in a fight
Angel, though my breath may smell like beer
don't leave me here

up in heaven
where I get to stay
every day
ghosts of people floating all around
what's under my feet? there is no ground
Angel, now that I've not gone astray
don't go away