All day long they shuffle through Sneakers, sandals, high heel shoes Scraps of paper, chewing gum My work here is never done They exit now in single file I sweep the floors and scrub the tiles Till dying echoes quiet the room And leave me leaning on my broom Above me now, the fall of man But it all depends on where you stand Is he letting go or reaching out for Adam's hand Look up, look up There are angels flying low enough to see Look up, oh, look up Four long years I've bent my back Painting every plaster crack The hand of god and Adam's sin Rain down in brush drops thick and thin I ache with shame and head for home Through the darkened streets of Rome The night girls calling out to me And drunkards praying on their knees Above me now the canopy The stars in all their majesty Remind me of the master I will never be Look up, look up There are angels flying low enough to see Look up, oh, look up High above the blessed and cursed Like ants they scurry on the Earth Debauchery and daily chores Always hungry, wanting more I've sent them plague and flood and fire Tried so hard to stay inspired And somehow solve the mystery Of what they ever saw in me If I could only kneel before The man who sweeps the chapel floor Show him he's as holy as the angels, maybe more Look up, look up There are angels flying low enough to see Look up, oh, look up