Thereís an angel crying on the crescent moon
The tears turn to rain water, bouncing off balloons
That we let fly into the sky, and we hope they rise higher than we ever could.
I saw some friends just the other day; they were pissing and shitting their lives away
And I couldnít take it, they wouldnít make it
And I had to ask how it went this way.
Will I take a similar road, one thatís paved in blood and gold?
Or will I rise on up, up towards the top
Leaving all I loved behind? I donít think I could even if I tried.
I see my brother and his friends doing that weed
And people ask if this is the life I lead.
Well if you werenít dealing shit where kids go to play
I might just feel a different way.
And maybe if you didnít take my brothers down
Maybe if they turn their life around
I wonít sit here cursing your name
But is it really you to blame?
Maybe Iím just jealous, itís like thereís something I canít see
Mary Jane is nice to you, but man, sheís a bitch to me
And I know she makes you feel good, and damn it I know I canít take it, though I should.
And if I really try, even if you die
Iíll look up towards the sky and see you flying high.
Oh, wonít you please fly back to me
Youíre floating farther on, you float ever on
Oh, wonít you come back down to me
Youíre crashing down, youíre going down.