Angels Heap (From The Bjb Sessions) - Tim Finn

News travels fast, there’s an old wreck in the underpass

Wine in a glass and a well traveled bed down the length

And breadth of the motorway down the information highway

I took a ride in an angel’s heap

Yeah, I took a ride and she took me away

To where the hills are steep, yeah, I took a ride

In the still mind of a child there’s a live bird on her shoulder

She could swallow a lie like she’s drinking a flagon of beer

I’ll never be the same again, let the black wheels fly over

I took a ride in an angel’s heap and she took me away

To where the air was sweet and she made me come alive

In a red vinyl seat, yeah, I took a ride, let the black wheels fly over