Last night before I went to sleep my knees dropped to the floor
I turned me eyes up to the sky and I prayed "Please help me, Lord,
You know I've sowed my wild oats and now the fun's all gone"
And then I heard these tender words
And I put them in my song:

"Infamous Angel come on home
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam
Grab your things, a ticket's waiting at the bus depot
For: Infamous Angel, Destination: Home"

I heard heaven's choir rejoicing as the tears broke from my eyes
And all at once it lifted the weight from my past life
I found a pen and I left a note on the dresser drawer
"Infamous Angel, she don't live here anymore"

Infamous Angel come on home
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam
Grab your things, a ticket's waiting at the bus depot
For: Infamous Angel, Destination: Home

Then I hurried out the back door as quickly as I could
I went flying down two flights of stairs 'til on the street I stood
And there I took that final look at my old neighborhood
Then I ran down the street proclaiming "Angel gone for good"

Infamous Angel going home
To someone who loves her and knows she needed to roam
She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket at the bus depot
For: Infamous Angel, Destination: Home
Infamous Angel, Destination: Home

Writer : DEMENT, IRIS
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.