Wrestling With Angels - Gino Vannelli

I wrestled with an angel

Of darkness called Despair

He claimed that he was

The answer to my prayers

He tried to bring me round

To his general school of thought

He claimed if I chose

I could end all my woes

Forever in a single shot

Well he damn near won me over

But my trigger finger froze

Soon a battle of wits

Became a mortal exchange of blows

Right before the lights went out

He pressed his whiskers to my ear

Then he spat and he cursed

And he whispered these words

With a snarl and a snigger and a sneer

He said…

Give it up, son

You know you never can win

The world is a burning house

It’s always something

Get your gun, son

Kiss all your sorrows goodbye

Bang and you’ll be flyin'

Like a bird up in the sky

Came a-tapping on my shoulder

It was an angel of light called Hope

She said…

«Hey little Boy Blue

Please let an old friend throw you a rope»

Sure it’s dark, cold and windy

And the heavens ain’t no great shakes

But weather wise

You just might be surprised

What a difference a day makes

She said…

Don’t give up, son

It’s true, you can’t always win

The world is a burning house

It’s always something

(There's always a-something)

Hide your gun, son

One to the head won’t do you right

Come mornin' I bet you’ll see things

In a whole different light

She said…

A whole different light