Posted on January 22, 2015 at 8:42 pm

Caravan Of Angels

I know a room in Memphis, Tennessee
With our names written over the bed.
There is a rose in Southern Italy
Growing right in the spot where you once laid your head.
I have a picture from Mexico
Of a hammock built for two

And there’s you and me and a caravan of angels
Following us close behind.
There goes you and me and a caravan of angels
Any way the road will wind.
Maybe we’ll find the wine has turned,
The fireworks are gone –
And the caravan we’re leading on.

In Illinois, I’m told that there’s a ghost
Who was there when I once made you cry.
And there’s a phone, just minutes from the coast,
Where you don’t know I heard you tell me a lie.
Right at Columbus and 81st,
There’s a struggle we came through…

And there’s you and me and a caravan of angels
Harmonizing every note.
Observe you an me and a caravan of angels,
Making sure we stay afloat.

And if we wrote a million lines
But couldn’t find the song,
We’d have you and me and the caravan to sing along.

There on the freeway,
There on the plane,
On the playground slide,
Crowding around us, forming a border
Two whole lifetimes wide.

I wrote some words on a Hallmark card
That I wasn’t sure were true,
Until you and me and a caravan of angels
Trusting how the river flows.

We’ve got you and me and a caravan of angels –
How they found us, no one knows,
But only those who see this well
Can tell how love is blind.

‘Cause there’s you and me and the summer and the sea
And the big red sun and the tall oak tree
And the people that we calla family:
It’s use and me and the caravan that we defined.