Crayon Angel - Ken Stringfellow

Crayon angel songs are slightly out of tune

But I’m sure I’m not to blame.

Nothing’s happened but I think it will soon,

So I sit here waiting for God… and a train

to the astral plane.

Magic rings I made have turned my finger green

And my mystic roses died.

Guess reality is not what it seems,

So I sit here hoping for truth… and a ride

to the other side.

Phony prophets stole the only light I knew

And the darkness softly screamed.

Holy visions disappeared from my view,

But the angels come back and laugh in my dreams…

I wonder what it means.