Besedila: Ray Scott. My Kind Of Music. Fly With An Angel.

Go on and cry, tears are a short cut to healing
I don't need to ask why
You're feeling that pain that you're feeling
There's only one reason you'd be here tonight
He's up to his old tricks again
You're such a treasure it doesn't seem right
I don't know what comes over him

Chorus:
It's like taking the bus
With a Cadillac parked in your driveway
Or a thousand miles down a dirt road
When there's a new four-lane highway
It's like blowing off Christmas with Mama
To have a drink with a stranger
Why crawl through a trench with the devil
When you could fly with an angel

Why you stay with him, girl I just don't understand
He's out searching for silver
Ignoring that gold on your hand
For the love of the woman he's throwing away
Most men would pay any price
Should the eyes of temptation stare me in the face
I'd never need to think twice

Repeat Chorus

Yeah, why crawl through a trench with the devil
When you could fly with an angel