From the top of the bus
She thought she saw him wave
She saw Tuesdays and forgetfulness

And a little money saved
Does she know, I don't know
But from here I can tell


That it would try the patience of angels
It would try the patience of angels, angels


And you know something's wrong
When the morning hurts your eyes

And the baby won't stop crying
You'll be waiting till you die
Would I be any good

And if I was would I find

That it would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels

There's a door in a wall in a house in a street

In a town where no-one knows her name
She's the patience of angels
Does she know, I don't know

But from here I can tell
There's a door in a wall in a house in a street
In a town where no-one knows her name

(There's a door) theres a door (in a wall) in a wall
(in a house) in a house (in a street) in a street
(in a town) where no-one knows her name

She's the patience of angels
The patience of angels


It would try the patience of angels
It would try the patience of angels
It would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels, oh angels
Ooh angels, oh angels, angels.