A little bit old, a little more wise,
I thought by now I would have suddenly arrived,
But here in the half light before the dawn, there is a quiet battle raging on.
I'm wrestling angels, trying to find peace of mind,
At the crossroad, in a blindfold, oh, I'm wrestling angels.
Well, I could fight dirty or loosen my grip,
Create a diversion and give them the slip,
But there is a reason for stirring up sand and I'm staying with it 'til I understand.
I'm wrestling angels, trying to find peace of mind,
At the crossroad, in a blindfold, oh, I'm wrestling angels.
But it all comes down to motivation and matters of the heart,
And I'm starting to realise the struggle inside is a lesson in faith, a blessing of grace.
I'm wrestling angels, trying to find peace of mind,
At the crossroad, in a blindfold, oh, I'm wrestling angels,
I'm wrestling angels, trying to find peace of mind,
At the crossroad, in a blindfold, oh, I'm wrestling angels.
