Storytellers Lyrics

On the corner of St. Marks', I saw an angel
Playing a guitar and begging for change
Oh, I guess I shouldn't have believed my eyes
But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream
He began to sing (no very well)
He said "Oh sweet girl, the storyteller never lies"
That should have been enough
I couldn't make this up
Stranger than fiction is my love, my love

Now there's an angel in my bed, I can't kick him out
And his junkyard head is starting to smell
Oh, I guess it must have been a hell of a night
Cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didn't care
That his wings were on the floor-right where they fell
Oh, and I'm still looking for a heavenly light
He couldn't say goodbye
The angel made me cry
Stranger than fiction like my life
My life
Oh, he said, "The storyteller never lies"
Hey Mack, when you fly back to heaven
Can I come for the ride?
He said, "No kid, I don't live in heaven
I live here on the lower east side."

So now I'm back with my old guy, but I think of the angel
How he blatantly lied, and re-stapled his wings
Oh, now I start running when an angel sings
There couldn't be a scarier thing
Stranger than fiction is my life