After every day-after-Thanksgiving sale the malls just ain't complete
Without a bunch of decorations and a paper angel tree
There's artificial smiles on artificial tree limbs
Saying what she'd love to have and what to buy for him
Well I hope Maggie likes her new winter clothes
and her buggy with a baby
Doll
And maybe Tom'll smile in his new Nike shoes
when he shoots that
Basketball
I can't help but wishing that I could do more
But not just while I'm shopping in the department store
[Chorus]
Paper angles you're in my thoughts and prayers
No matter where you are right now remember God's right there
He's asking all of us to help take care
Of his paper angels everywhere
Going thought the mail almost every afternoon I see a Mom and Dad's
Worst dream
There on the back of a money-saving ad to get my carpet cleaned
Height, weight, hair, eyes, date missing, and DOB
A child's name, a picture and the words "have you seen me?"
[Chorus]
His documented bruises fill a folder in a file
She's a second grade self-portrait drawn without a smile
And every town is littered with this kind of debris
We've got to stop this madness and it's up to you and me
[Chorus]
Without a bunch of decorations and a paper angel tree
There's artificial smiles on artificial tree limbs
Saying what she'd love to have and what to buy for him
Well I hope Maggie likes her new winter clothes
and her buggy with a baby
Doll
And maybe Tom'll smile in his new Nike shoes
when he shoots that
Basketball
I can't help but wishing that I could do more
But not just while I'm shopping in the department store
[Chorus]
Paper angles you're in my thoughts and prayers
No matter where you are right now remember God's right there
He's asking all of us to help take care
Of his paper angels everywhere
Going thought the mail almost every afternoon I see a Mom and Dad's
Worst dream
There on the back of a money-saving ad to get my carpet cleaned
Height, weight, hair, eyes, date missing, and DOB
A child's name, a picture and the words "have you seen me?"
[Chorus]
His documented bruises fill a folder in a file
She's a second grade self-portrait drawn without a smile
And every town is littered with this kind of debris
We've got to stop this madness and it's up to you and me
[Chorus]