Lower Than The Angels

Monica drives like a mother of two
She goes to the store, she stops at the zoo
Candlelight dinners of pb&j
She picks up the toys, she puts them away
A little lower than the angels

She opens a letter as she closes the gate
"My love to the kids, the check will be late"
Puts away dishes, she pulls down the sheet
She picks up her novel and she falls into sleep

Tell her she's higher than the monkeys and out on a limb
Tell her she's right on the money but she's late on the rent
Tell her she's fallen in the standings but still in the game
A little lower than the angels

Ernie gets the train about 7:01
He's got a reputation that he gets things done
It isn't really living but he can't say no
Pours another coffee as the street lights glow

Tell him he's higher than the monkeys and under the gun
Tell him he's better than average, but he ain't the only one
Tell him to raise his expectations, and keep his head low
A little lower than the angels

And down around seventeen floors
Some banner on an old church door says
"Keep watching out, keep watching out for the Lord"

Monica drives through for something to go
She's got errands to run she's got noses to blow
Ernie's in his office where he works downtown
Turns on the light, the sun's going down

Tell 'em they're higher than the monkeys, and still under fire
Tell 'em they're fighting for survival, and it's down to the wire
Tell 'em that things will get better, and that's how it goes
A little lower than the angels
A little lower than the angels