Oscar was an angel and he used to walk the streets
Shoutin' out some prophesies at everyone he'd meet
He was a local fixture; like a cop out on a beat
Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago
And more than that for no one seemed to know
Oscar was a walker; at least four miles twice a day
The entire lenght of Main Street he'd be shoutin' all the way
And I had no idea where he heard the things he'd say
But he was not your normal voice of doom;
It was a happy song, sung slightly out of tune
And he'd say, "Everyone will die and go to heaven
And we will all be angels someday
And what you are in this world don't count for nothin'
'Cause we are only children, we're just lost along the way,
But we will all be angels someday"
Well, I worked at the Rialto; I sold tickets at the door
And Oscar, he'd come by most everyday by half past four
And he'd pay to see some movie
That he'd seen ten times before
But mostly we'd just let him in for free
Then he'd watch five minutes,
Then he'd come and talk to me
And he'd say, "Everyone will die and go to heaven
And we will all be angels someday
And what you are in this world don't count for nothin'
'Cause we are only children, we're just lost along the way,
But we will all be angels someday"
Well, it's going on ten years now
Since I left my hometown
And I went back last summer
For a week I hung around
I looked out for Oscar, he was no where to be found
And someone said they finally had to commit him
And he died before they had time to forget him
Now, I'm not about to argue,
Oscar's train had jumped the track
But I'll bet my last dollar on the plain and simple fact
Oscar never said a word about me behind my back
And the way that I was raised to understand
Well, that alone, it makes him the better man
And he'd say, "Everyone will die and go to heaven
And we will all be angels someday
And what you are in this world don't count for nothin'
'Cause we are only children, we're just lost along the way,
But we will all be angels someday"
Yeah, we will all be angels someday...