Infamous Angel - Iris DeMent

Last night, before I went to sleep, my knees dropped to the floor

I turned my eyes up to the sky and I prayed, «please help me, Lord

You know I’ve sowed my wild oats, and now the fun’s all gone»

And then I heard these tender words and I put them in my song

Infamous angel, come on home

To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam

Grab your things, a ticket’s waiting at the bus depot

For infamous angel, destination: home

I heard heaven’s choir rejoicing as the tears broke from my eyes

And, all at once, it lifted the weight from my past life

I found a pen and I left a note on the dresser drawer

«Infamous angel, she don’t live here anymore»

Infamous angel, come on home

To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam

Grab your things, a ticket’s waiting at the bus depot

For infamous angel, destination: home

Then I hurried out the back door as quickly as I could

I went flying down two flights of stairs 'til on the street I stood

And there I took that final look at my old neighbourhood

Then I ran down the street proclaiming, «angel gone for good»

Infamous angel, going home

To someone who loves her and knows she needed to roam

She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket at the bus depot

For infamous angel, destination: home

Infamous angel, destination: home