Workin' Them Angels - Rush

Driving away to the east, and into the past

History receeds 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 — Overtime

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city

Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly

Taking the 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 — Overtime

Driving down the razor’s edge 'tween the past and the future

Turn up the music and smile

Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times

Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter

Memories beating at the heart of an African village