In the crowded part of heaven There's room enough for pain On the lonely side of living Without you it's the same With my back against the window It's hard to see the street So the time just goes by in minutes And the rain comes down in sheets You can't go home again Your treated like a memory It's just some place you use to be The past will lose you and abuse you It's just about to take it's toll on me When the gates are standing open And my soul too weak to fly When that silver blue turns golden By and by Oh, Angeline Oh, Angeline, Angeline Oh, Angeline