Bright lights Little city It's a dusty old town The lights all look pretty When your sky ward bound I'm sitting in the window seat Wondering when I'll see clouds Mary of the Angels, Mary of the angels Mary of the Angels, calls to me With a blessing for a mouth And big blue eyes A generous laugh Always takes me by surprise I hold in my memory Every goodbye kiss Every time that I leave I look forward to coming home I know that sounds small But sometimes small things matter most There's a hole inside of me That only you seem to fill