Questions for the Angels

A pilgrim on a pilgrimage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, His sneakers torn. In the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets, And the new day is born. Folded in his backpack pocket, The questions that he copied from his heart: Who am I in this lonely world? And where will I make my bed tonight When twilight turns to dark? Questions for the angels. Who believes in angels? Fools do... Fools and pilgrims all over the world. If you shop for love in a bargain store And you don't get what you bargained for, Can you get your money back? If an empty train in a railroad station Calls you to its destination, Can you choose another track? Will I wake up from these violent dreams With my hair as white as the morning moon? Questions for the angels Who believes in angels? I do... Fools and pilgrims all over the world. Downtown Brooklyn, The pilgrim is passing a billboard That catches his eye. It's Jay-Z He's got a kid on each knee; He's wearing clothes that he wants us to try. If every human on the planet And all the buildings on it Should disappear, Would a zebra grazing in the African Savanna Care enough to shed one zebra tear? Questions for the angels...