My dad came over to this country
With the hopes of better life
He thought one day
he would go back there
Try and find the perfect wife
But you see
he hardly had a mother
To really teach him how to love
And my mother she's an angel
And the stubborn victim of
no no no
Welcome to my first example
This so-called romantic life
How much can a child handle
Slamming doors and fights
And every time that angel cries
I feel the music in me die
And every time that angel cries
I close my eyes
It's alright
And today I'm a grown man
With heavy problem of my own
My left hand in so much lighter
And ink on my chest
to let me know
I'm alone
Welcome to my next example
Dangerous romantic life
How much can a heathen handle
Silent sobs at night
And every time that angel cries
I feel the music in me die
And every thime that angel cries
I tell myself
It's alright
And every time that angel cries
I feel the music in me die
And every time that angel cries
I feel the music im me die
And every time that angel cries
I feel the music in me die
And every time that angel cries
I tell myself
It's alright
I close my eyes
It's alright alright