Waiting on an angel

Waiting on an angel.

One to carry me home.

Hope you come to see me soon,

cause I don't want to go alone,

I don't want to go alone.

Now angel won't you come by me.

Angel hear my plea.

Take my hand, lift me up so that I can fly with thee,

so that I can fly with thee.

And I'm waiting on an angel.

And I know it won't be long

to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,in my angel's arms.

So speak kind to a stranger,

cause you'll never know,

it just might be an angel come,

Oh- knockin' at your door, Oh- knockin' at your door.

And I'm waiting on an angel.

And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,

Oh- in my angel's arms.

Waiting on an angel.

One to carry me home.

Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,

I don't want to go alone, don't want to go, I don't want to go alone.

Num século de modernas tecnologias de comunicação (messengers, hi5s, blogs e afins) é cada vez mais difícil comunicar com o vizinho do lado ou conhecer outras pessoas, sobretudo se necessitarmos de várias oportunidades para dizer alguma coisa interessante (isto soa-me familiar) ou não nos encontrarmos nos nossos melhores dias. Este conselho Speak Kind to a Stranger cause you'll never know pareceu-me ajustado, com a vantagem de vir de uma das minhas paixões eternamente condenadas ao platonismo. Ben Harper no seu melhor e o Coisas Boas da Vida a tentar mudar de assunto (e de perspectiva).