Driving away in to the east, and into the past
History recedes in my rear-view mirror
Carried on a wave of music down a desert road
Memory drumming at the heart of a factory town

Driving away into the wreck, searching for treasure
Skeletons and ghosts among the scatterd diamonds
Buried with the songs and stories of a recent life
Memory drumming at the heart of a moving picture

All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime
Riding and driving and working
So close to the edge
Workin' them angels--
Workin' them angels--
Workin' them angels--
Overtime

Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Taking the high road into the Range of Light

Driving down the razor's edge between past and future
I turn up the music and smil, eyes on the road ahead
Carried on the songs and stories of vanished time
Memory drumming at the heart of an African village

All this time
I've been living like there's no tomorrow
Running and jumping and flying
With my imaginary net
Workin' them angels--
Workin' them angels--
Workin' them angels--
Overtime

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city
Taking the high road--
Into the Range of Light
Taking the high road--
Into the Range of Light

(repeat to fade..)