From the recording Angel With A Gun
This song features a beautiful, haunting vocal performance by my friend Jennifer Warnes, one of the great singers of our time. Roscoe Beck lends a hand on upright bass. Written for my father, Mark Ryan, and all the other angels watching us.
Lyrics
COME OVER TO MY HOUSE AND SEE MY PAINTINGS SO YOU CAN KNOW HOW I LOOK AT THINGS AND WHEN YOU COME OVER BRING A BOTTLE OF WINE A BOOK OF VERSE AND A SONG TO SING. DON'T TELL ME NO SILLY LIES STROKE MY EGO OR ASK ME WHY I WON'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH MONEY I MAKE HOW MY HEART ACHES OR WHAT CAR I DRIVE.
FATHER OH FATHER I'LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH THIS MAKING UP STORIES IS HURTING MY HEAD THERE'S AN ANGEL WITH A GUN, UP ON THE ROOF IF I KEEP ON TALKING HE'LL SHOOT ME DEAD.
WE'LL GO OUTSIDE AND FEED MY GARDEN SAY A PRAYER TO THE LIVING AND A PRAYER TO THE DEAD AND WHEN IT GETS DARK WE'LL SPILL OUR WINE AND TALK ABOUT THINGS THAT NEVER GET SAID. YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT THE MOST KEEP ME FAR OR KEEP ME CLOSE I WILL TELL YOU THE STORY OF MY LIFE ABOUT MY FIRST WIFE ON THE IVORY COAST.
FATHER OH FATHER I KNOW I'VE DONE WRONG MY WILL IS WEAK BUT MY HEART IS STRONG LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE ANGEL WITH A GUN'S GOT HIS SIGHTS ON ME.
WILL IT MATTER WHEN MY STORY ENDS WILL IT MATTER WHERE THE RAIN FALLS I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAIRY TELLS BUT WILL I HAVE TO ANSWER WHEN THE ANGEL CALLS.