Last night I saw a suit give a buck to a bum 20 feet down the street, someone yelling: Look up! Some girl, maybe 18, probably drunk Just in time, out the way of a bus And maybe things are finally getting better, better Maybe everyone is finally fed up enough Maybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up Oh ee oh ee oh ee ohohohoh Brown bag, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea Wall Street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea Lost souls pass by, through the chain link and concrete And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea Spring Street, hear a busker singing the blues ‘Bout peace in the world and some money for food And little kid says I’m gonna be like you, a superstar And I’mma make a difference too (And I’mma make a difference too) And maybe things are finally getting better, better Maybe everyone is finally fed up enough Maybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up Oh ee oh ee oh ee ohohohoh Brown bag, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea Wall Street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea Lost souls pass by, through the chain link and concrete And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea Subway, I saw a woman in a beautiful dress Head down in her hand hands, make up a mess Young mom, two kids, holes in their shoes, says I’ve been there too And you’re gonna get through Yeah, I’ve been there too And you’re gonna get through Brown bag, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea Wall Street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea Lost souls pass by, through the chain link and concrete And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea I see love in the cold streets I see princess and downbeats I see angels around me All these angels around me All these angels around me All these angels around me! I see angels in Chelsea