Pat Wictor

Found a motel in the weeds and oil
Skin a-tingling, blood a-boil
The room round and wide, the ceiling high
Every touch just like a goodbye

Don't know how I fell in with you
You didn't twist my arm, it's true
Your eyes had fire, your dress spelled trouble, too
I must be an excitement-seeking fool

But you held me, and I was holding you... sparks flew
Fallen angel, have you lost your wings?
Did you come down here to stay?
You will never walk the narrow way
Maybe we'll burn together someday

Inside four walls and a floor
we cursed and drank and sang some more
Desert day simmers into night
There was no up or down, no wrong or right

I can't say, I'll be losing you, because
You belong to no one, not even yourself

Fallen angel, have you lost your wings?
Did you come down here to stay?
You will never walk the narrow way
Maybe we'll burn together someday

Burned your brand across my heart
Just in time for us to part
the room round and wide, the ceiling high
Both of us are so bad at goodbyes

But you held me, and I was holding you... sparks flew
Fallen angel, have you lost your wings?
Did you come down here to stay?
You will never walk the narrow way
Maybe we'll burn together someday

by Pat Wictor (Tell A Tale Music/BMI)