Concrete Angel Lyrics

I keep a concrete angel in my backseat

On the Jersey Turnpike it keeps me company

When I'm driving fast I kiss its forehead

My angel's tender and its power's enormous

And I know, I know

But it's hard to go it alone

Six hundred thousand miles from your place to mine

Concrete's colder than the blacktop in springtime

You're smoking menthols, I want to split open

My angel catches me and its wing's broken

And I know, I know

But it's hard to go it alone

They call me what they want to, grit teeth, big smile

You call me angel, baby, darling, sunshine

I love my concrete angel in my front seat

When I'm driving home I know it loves me

Be my, be my, be my

Four door dashboard dream ride

Be my, be my, be my

Four door dashboard dream ride

Be my, be my, be my

Four door dashboard dream ride

Be my, be my, be my

Four door dashboard dream ride