Well, the wind is yelling
Western angel, take me in
like heaven never knew herself before
This is paradise on rolling plains
like heaven's kitchen floor
And listen close and hard
You'll hear nothing but the
There's a girl on the corner
of a street in my neighborhood
With two eyes crying for as
for every cloud out of reach
and nothing left to teach
Western angel, walk the line,
never knew herself before
This is paradise on rolling plains
like heaven's kitchen floor
And if you roll on out the
You'll see nothing but the
Wintergates cast from heaven
with your full -hearted love
Cause I landed and I'm stranded
Where I can't hear the wind
and the wind can't hear me
Western Angel, if you take me home
Never from you shall I roam
like heaven ever knew herself before
This is paradise on rolling plains
Like heaven's kitchen floor
And listen close and hard,
you'll hear nothing but the
through heaven's backyard.