I can't deny that feeling rotten
The daily beatings I have gotten
Mother saying "Really, what I had in mind".
Living a lie is what's at stake here, and my
Battered smile will surely take care
To tell my story and to make it right.
Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
Picking up the scattered pieces of
Boys loved and my belief in Jesus.
Oh, I could sell it all to you for a dime.
A little bruise, a little breaking,
My cheek is turned to constant aching.
This executioner's sure is taking his time.
And everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
Mmm, I lay my head on a dusty pillow,
And dream of all the joy that's still owed me,
And you won't be there when it comes time.
Shadowed silence that surrounds us,
The hungry dogs of heaven hound us...
For some we're six feet under when it comes time.
Every word cuts to the bone, and
I'm sifting through these sticks and stones,
And then I'm barefoot out in the moonlight looking for a sign.
When I reach in and feel my tremor,
Only then do I remember,
There's an angel somewhere dangling a line.
Oh, there's an angel somewhere dangling a line.
Yeah, where is my angel?
When I wake up in the middle of the night,
The headboard is on fire, but the sheets are tucked around me tonight.
I hold onto my hands, and I call upon a childhood prayer,
And I tell myself there must be an angel somewhere.
There's an angel somewhere dangling a line.
And everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.