Bob Mould Follow

A pretty penny buys you lots of things
A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings
Good ideas, dozen for a dime
And quarter notes are all lined up in time

We're sitting somewhere frightened
Right between that and excited
Angels are rearranging

I never thought that we would fall apart
But the weather came and withered up your heart

We're sitting somewhere frightened
Right between that and excited
Angels are rearranging
I never ever thought that we would fall apart

And though we tried
All the good times passed us by
And left us standing in the middle
Of a place we've never been
And if we die
Angels falling from the sky, singing
Don't be scared of change
'Cause it may be time to rearrange