I Couldn't Find The Angel

I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child thats grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go....

How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

from Angel From Montgomery by John Prine done here by Bonnie Raitt