Mr. Meredith how many stars are in the sky
Mr. Meredith how many rocks have floated by
How many questions have you sent upon the wind
And how many reasons have you found to speed the end

And there’s someone tonight somewhere fighting that fight
But it easier on your shoulders
Still someone tonight somewhere fighting that fight
And they’re calling, calling out for angels, out for angels

Little Rosa, sit down and stand alone
Little Rosa, speak soft and let it be known
Santa Rosa, let the children stare into
The same window that you see your future through

And its hard when they’re pushing you around
When there’s fire at the door
When your singing to the ground
And its hard, hard, hard, when your angels can’t be found

Doctor, doctor, what’s the remedy
Some may question, if your dream is just a dream
Tell me preacher, how you stay so strong
Moving mountains with a steady song

And there’s someone tonight somewhere fighting that fight
But it easier on your shoulders
Still someone tonight somewhere fighting that fight
And they’re calling, calling out for angels, out for angels
And it’s hard, hard, hard, when you’re singing to the ground
And it’s hard, hard, hard, when your angels can’t be found