Left-Handed Angel

Carry my bag ten blocks
It’s august but it feels like the end of the year
Going to dance with the scottish broads
The house band is playing like a jukebox
Put a quarter in their jar

You’re looking like I should take you home
Sing you to sleep in your wicker throne
Left-handed angel, it is time to go

You’re either on, or you’re off
You’re either with me, or you’re not

I’m sorry I had to wake you up
My bags are round, I have to catch the next bus
Your saturn eyes are tired and wild
You’re waving goodbye like a jovial child
Steam in you hair, moon on your mind

Go back to sleep in your cotton mine
Wishful thoughts and a polish sunrise
Left-handed angel, goodbye

You’re either on, or you’re off
You’re either with me, or you’re not