Last night before I went to sleep,   My knees dropped to the floor.   I turned me eyes up to the sky,   And I prayed: "Please help me, Lord.   "You know I've sowed my wild oats,   "And now the fun's all gone."   And then I heard these tender words,   And I put them in my song:      "Infamous Angel, come on home,   "To someone who loves you,   "And knows you needed to roam.   "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting,   "At the bus depot:   "For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'."      I heard Heaven's choir rejoicing,   As the tears broke from my eyes.   And all at once it lifted,   The weight from my past life.   I found a pen and I left a note,   On the dresser drawer:   "Infamous Angel: she don't live here anymore."      "Infamous Angel, come on home,   "To someone who loves you,   "And knows you needed to roam.   "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting,   "At the bus depot:   "For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'."      Instrumental Break.      Then I hurried out the back door,   As quickly as I could.   I went flying down two flights of stairs,   'Til on the street I stood.   And there I took that final look,   At my old neighbourhood.   Then I ran down the street proclaiming:   "Angel: gone for good."      Infamous Angel, going home,   To someone who loves her,   And knows she needed to roam.   She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket,   At the bus depot:   For: "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home."   "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home."