Are You An Angel?

Born with blue eyes filled with pain
In March of 1922
Mystic fire in your veins
Mama's apron strangling you
Mama's apron strangling you
Mama's apron strangling

Young Jack Kerouac running up and down the football track
Are you an angel now?
Strong Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back, no
Are you in pain still?

Walking New York City streets
High on Benzedrine and wine
On the road and feeling beat, yeah
But chasing kicks and running blind
Chasing kicks and running blind
Chasing kicks and running

Wild Jack Kerouac, talking in a beat up Cadillac
Are you an angel now?
Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back, no
Are you in pain still?

Prayer on a red sunny Sunday afternoon
I bet you felt the wind blow through your hair
I bet you knelt down in a summer field and said a prayer
Hell, I can bet you said a prayer, yeah, alright

In '69 you found the prize
With bloated Buddha, belly up
But ecstasy your suicide
Sorrow filled your loving cup
Sorrow filled your loving cup
Sorrow filled your loving

Sad Jack Kerouac, sitting down beside the Merrimac, yeah
Are you an angel now?
Drunk Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back, no
Are you in pain still?

Fat Jack Kerouac, stumbling along the railroad track, yeah
Are you an angel now?
Dead Jack Kerouac, once you're gone you can't come back, no
Are you an angel?
Are you an angel?
Are you an angel?
Are you an angel?