It Just Kinda Fits Today

Well, you're drunk in the alley, baby
With your clothes all torn
And your late night friends
Leave you in the cold grey dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you
I just cant brush them off

Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces
And a gleam right in their eyes
Thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up, now
Come on up, now

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favourite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

We're not in any of the above spaces today... physically. But the tune has been going through my head... can you say "earworm?"... ever since I woke up this morning. We're kinda-sorta pondering why this is and haven't arrived at any answers yet. But we've most definitely had worse earworms in the past. This one is better than most.