When you’re on the high wire looking down your poise must be perfect
There’s no casual strolling around; each step is deliberate
You’ve paid for your safety in focus and fear, but they won’t last for long
Quit striving for control, and

Lean on the angels, angel
Watch over you
Lean on the angels, angel
Helping you through
When you’re outside your comfort zone
You just have to lean on the angels, angel

When your confidence fades away you slip from the wire
You’re not falling in this world of speed, no, the ground’s rising higher
You’re travelling faster than the smell of your fear, but that will catch you soon
You’re never in control, so

Lean on the angels, angel …

Well they told me you’d fallen at ten forty four
You’d been leant on by the worst of your demons for far too long
At such a low ebb you could not get back to the well
But angels guided your footsteps and sang you this song

No-one can be with you up there alone, so when your demons come
Forget about control, and

Lean on the angels, angel …

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2003