Lyrics I wish I wrote: Questions for the Angels, by Paul Simon
PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO VERSE 3! Sheesh! Verse 1
A pilgrim on a pilgrimage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge His sneakers torn In the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new day is born Folded in his backpack pocket The questions that he copied from his heart Who am I in this lonely world? And where will I make my bed tonight? When twilight turns to dark
Questions for the angels Who believes in angels? Fools do Fools and pilgrims all over the world
If you shop for love in a bargain store And you don't get what you bargained for Can you get your money back? If an empty train in a railroad station Calls you to it's destination Can you choose another track? Will I wake up from these violent dreams With my hair as white as the morning moon?
Questions for the angels Who believes in angels? I do Fools and pilgrims all over the world
Downtown Brooklyn The pilgrim is passing a billboard That catches his eye It's Jay-Z He's got a kid on each knee He's wearing clothes that he wants us to try
If every human on the planet and all the buildings on it Should disappear Would a zebra grazing in the African Savannah Care enough to shed one zebra tear? Questions for the angels