Driving away to the east, and into the pastHistory recedes in my rear-view mirrorCarried away on a wave of music down a desert roadMemory humming at the heart of a factory townAll my lifeI've been workin' them angels overtimeRiding and driving and livingSo close to the edgeWorkin' them angels - OvertimeRiding through the Range of Light to the wounded cityFilling my spirit with the wildest wish to flyTaking the high road to the wounded cityMemory strumming at the heart of a moving pictureAll this timeI've been workin' them angels overtimeRiding and diving and flyingJust over the edgeWorkin' them angels - OvertimeDriving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the futureTurn up the music and smileGet carried away on the songs and stories of vanished timesMemory drumming at the heart of an English winterMemories beating at the heart of an African village