What Angels Do
I'm always wondering where I went right
After all the wrong turns that I made
But I wound up here in your arms tonight
And there ain't a thing that I'd change
Never prayed all that much
Wasn't too big on love
Now I'm thanking my lucky stars up above
Oh, what a hell of a life to heaven
For sending you on down, turning lost into found
You know where I'd be, there's no tellin'
Keep waiting on the day for you to fly away
And put those wings to good use
But that ain't what angels do
You go where I go, ain't afraid of the dark
Can't help but light up every room
You don't hold back, you go straight for the heart
And love me right down to the truth
Never prayed all that much
Wasn't too big on love
Now I'm thanking my lucky stars up above
Oh, what a hell of a life to heaven
For sending you on down, turning lost into found
You know where I'd be, there's no tellin'
Keep waiting on the day for you to fly away
And put those wings to good use
But that ain't what angels do
Oh, what a hell of a life to heaven
For sending you on down, turning lost into found
You know where I'd be, there's no tellin'
I keep waiting on the day for you to fly away
And put those wings to good use
But that ain't what angels do
At least not like you
After all the wrong turns that I made
But I wound up here in your arms tonight
And there ain't a thing that I'd change
Never prayed all that much
Wasn't too big on love
Now I'm thanking my lucky stars up above
Oh, what a hell of a life to heaven
For sending you on down, turning lost into found
You know where I'd be, there's no tellin'
Keep waiting on the day for you to fly away
And put those wings to good use
But that ain't what angels do
You go where I go, ain't afraid of the dark
Can't help but light up every room
You don't hold back, you go straight for the heart
And love me right down to the truth
Never prayed all that much
Wasn't too big on love
Now I'm thanking my lucky stars up above
Oh, what a hell of a life to heaven
For sending you on down, turning lost into found
You know where I'd be, there's no tellin'
Keep waiting on the day for you to fly away
And put those wings to good use
But that ain't what angels do
Oh, what a hell of a life to heaven
For sending you on down, turning lost into found
You know where I'd be, there's no tellin'
I keep waiting on the day for you to fly away
And put those wings to good use
But that ain't what angels do
At least not like you
Credits
Writer(s): Bart Brandon Butler, Ryan Beaver, Luke Grimes
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