Texty: Ellis Paul. Angel in Manhattan.

Tell the man who repairs the wings for Angels
That one has fallen among the mortals on Bleeker Street
I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples
As if to blame them for the pavement beneath her feet
She said, "I never much liked flyin', the job requires trying
The hard part's avoiding buildings and concrete"

Spread the news 'cause there's an Angel in Manhattan
Call out the paparazzi and the television crews
Let the people choose, would a little faith come to harm them?
Print the headlines up in the New York Daily News

It was just another day, like any other, other day, a Tuesday afternoon
I hailed a cab, a crowd gathered as it pulled beside us
And somebody tore at her wings, but I helped her safely inside
"I'm much obliged", she said, but the driver he looked shaken
He said, "You're fakin', little lady, now who's takin' who for a ride"
Then we floated up over the traffic, she turned the radio to static
And she sang to him with Billy Holiday's sweet voice

Spread the news 'cause there's an Angel in Manhattan
Call out the paparazzi and the the television crews
Hey, if you choose would a little faith come to harm you?
Print the headlines up in the New York Daily News

It was just another day, what will the Mayor say?
"Good afternoon", oh, Good afternoon
We flew down the length of Fifth Avenue
And she threw out miracles, it was a hysterical ride
And if the crowd on the sidewalk looked skeptical
Well, she took the blue right out of their cynical eyes
It's all in what you feel inside, hmm

She shook the Mayor's hand
And he declared that he'd hold a press conference
The fans and protesters blocked the stairs to city hall
"I'd like to thank you all", he said
And when she stepped before the cameras
Now it felt like a trial, but she smiled as the questions were called,
"What do you say to detractors, who claim you're just some actor?"
She said, "The question here is 'do I believe in you?'"
It was just another day, like any other, other day

Spread the news, I saw an an Angel fly from Manhattan
In front of paparazzi, in front of television crews
And me, I choose, I know a little Faith wouldn't harm me
Despite what they print in the New York Daily News
It was just another day, like any other, other day, like any day