• A single light
    At black, black midnight
    In the hand of an angel
    Who sits on the street,
    With wings of concrete
    And stone cold feet

    She sings a song
    Of everything wrong
    Changes the tune
    To everything that’s right
    As she holds the only light
    At black, black midnight

    To get to Heaven
    Go through Hell
    Stop, hear the church bells
    And keep going

    Don’t even look
    As Devil stare
    Don’t even bother to
    Return it with a glare
    And make sure to go greet
    The Angel on the street

    She holds the only light
    At black, black midnight
    Right behind her
    Are some old, rusty gates
    From there, just go on straight.

    You’ll find St. Peter
    Waving to you in denim blue
    Shake his hand, and ask that way
    And he’ll point to a stairway
    Of blood and pearls
    From there, it’s up to you

    Amen