| I thought I’d go up Poughkeepsie |
| Look out o’er the Hudson |
| And I’d throw my body down on the river |
| And I’d know no more sorrow |
| I’d fly like the sparrow |
| And I’d ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| I’d ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| I’d take to the sky with all my might |
| No more drowning in my sorrow |
| No more drowning in my fright |
| I’d just ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| There are those who know sorrow |
| And those who must borrow |
| And those whose lot in life is sweet |
| Well I’m drunk on self-pity |
| Scorned all that’s been given me |
| I would drink from a bottle labeled Sure Defeat |
| I’d ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| I’d take to the sky with all my might |
| No more drowning in my sorrow |
| No more drowning in my fright |
| I’d just ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| Then the skies, they fell open |
| And my eyes were opened |
| To a world of hope falling at my feet |
| Now I’ve no more or less |
| Than anyone else has |
| What I have is a gift of life I can’t repeat |
| So I go up Poughkeepsie |
| Look out o’er the Hudson |
| And I cast my worries to the sky |
| Now I still know sorrow |
| But I can fly like the sparrow |
| 'Cause I ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| I ride on the backs of the angels tonight |
| I take to the sky with all their might |
| No more drowning in my sorrow |
| No more drowning in my fright |
| I’ll just ride on the backs of the angels each night |