Angel Songtext
von Brandon Flowers

Angel took the cross hanging ′round his neck
And pressed it against his lips
He's batting over 500 this year
And there′s talk of scouts making trips
But there's a girl who just moved in down the street
From deeper in the Southwest
His uncles all warned him 'bout messing with white girls
But he always liked them the best

There′s some things you can′t outrun
It don't matter how far you come
Or how well you ran the race
You′re gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you've always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hardwired for something else


Chocolate and vanilla swirls
It′s gonna be a little girl
And nothing anyone could say
Could stop her from taking your name
In the backyard that day
But in a six-month deployment
An awful lot can change in you
She gets quiet, the distance cuts you in two
When you came home with cold blood to a dream that came true
Man, you fed the wrong fire, put 'em in the rearview

But there′s some things you can't outrun
It don't matter how far you come
Or how well you ran the race
You′re gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you′ve always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hardwired for something else

Angel's little cousin moves black tar speed
From Tucson up to salt lake
Pays a whole lot more than the Navy

Night fell on blood cousins north of the hills
Where greasewood and lavender bloom
It rested on the fields like a memory of their mother′s perfume

They kept it in the tires, ten and two on the wheel
Discreet Angel sat with the .45 under the seat
Sirens and lights rose like a ghost from the street
And when they slowed on the shoulder
Angel prayed with his feet


But there's some things you can′t outrun
It don't matter how far you come
Or how well you ran the race
You′re gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you've always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hardwired for something else