Lyrics
Last night, I saw a suit, give a buck to a bum
20 feet down the street, someone yelling, "Look up!"
Some girl, maybe 18, probably drunk
Just in time, out the way of a bus
And maybe things are finally getting better, better
Maybe everyone is finally fed up enough
Maybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up
Brown bags, sky high
I see angels in Chelsea
Wall Street, chic life
I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by
Through the chain link and concrete
And everwhere I look tonight
I see angels around me
And everwhere I look tonight
I see angels in Chelsea
Spring Street, hear a busker singing the blues
'Bout peace in the world and some money for food
And little kid says, "I'm gonna be like you
A superstar, and I'ma make a difference too
And I'ma make a difference too"
And maybe things are finally getting better, better
Maybe everyone is finally fed up enough
Maybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up
Brown bags, sky high
I see angels in Chelsea
Wall Street, chic life
I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by
Through the chain link and concrete
And everwhere I look tonight
I see angels around me
And everwhere I look tonight
I see angels in Chelsea
Subway, saw a woman in a beautiful dress
Head down in her hands, makeup a mess
Young mom, two kids, holes in their shoes
Says, "I've been there too
And you're gonna get through
Yeah, I've been there too
And you're gonna get through"
Brown bags, sky high
I see angels in Chelsea
Wall Street, chic life
I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by
Through the chain link and concrete
And everwhere I look tonight
I see angels around me
And everwhere I look tonight
I see angels in Chelsea
I see them living in the cold streets
I see angels in Chelsea
I see angels around me
All these angels around me
All these angels around me
All these angels around me
I see angels in Chelsea