Lyrics:

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