Texty: George Jones. Angels Don't Fly.

Deep into midnight, far from the warm light
Beneath the shadow of a cold crescent moon
I watched her leaving, no shouting or screaming
Just the sound of our hearts as they fall out of tune

Angels don't fly, they just walk out the door
I know 'cause her footsteps, I still hear on my floor
You might think I'm crazy but I know it's true
Angels don't fly, they just walk out on you

Now, I'm lost in my memories and smoky nights bring me
As close to the truth as any man should ever be
Seems the love that I gave her could never quite save her
From a wild, restless heart that just had to be free

Angels don't fly, they just walk out the door
I know 'cause her footsteps, I still hear on my floor
You might think I'm crazy but I know it's true
Angels don't fly, they just walk out on you
Angels don't fly, they just walk out on you