by Stephen Stills
© 1976 Gold Hill Music
There’s a guardian angel
Watching over you, yes
Better mind your ways
Just might leave on you
In the darkness
Who else is really with you?
Only you alone
Got to live with you all the time
When there’s no more time
And nothing left to do
Who will hear you?
Who will hear your heart?
Your guardian angel, yeah.
Who are these kindred spirits?
Would you know them
if they stood in front of you?
They come below
The longing beseech at you
Trying to telephone
Someone might listen for a while
When there’s no more time
And nothing left to do
Who will hear you?
Who will hear your heart?
Your guardian angel, yeah.
When a passing stranger
Looks away from you
An uneasy feeling
Starts coming over you
Somebody watching somewhere
Maybe today it’s you
Comes a desperate urge to run
Guardian angel, where are you?
When there’s no more time
And nothing left to do
Who will hear you?
Who will hear your heart?
Your guardian angel, yeah.
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