Well they pulled you out of your hospital bed
To take you down to the show
And people came from all around to hear those songs that they know

Feel like there's an angel hanging on your shoulder
Growing up in London, want to die in Dublin
Everybody sends their love

From the West End streets and the hustlers and whores
To touching down in New York
And the Irish cops and the junk on the street
Had everything you could want

Drinking with the angels until the early morning
All those dirty faces filling up your pages
Gonna keep on running, they said you'd never make it
Everybody sends their love

Well I got myself on a flight across
From Texas over the sea
And I felt so lost didn't know what to say
Standing in the wings

Feel like there's an angel hanging on my shoulder
Getting kind of nervous talking to a stranger
Gonna tell your story, playing Death or Glory
Everybody sends their love
Don't deny it

Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Jesse Malin