On the corner of St. Marks', I saw an angel
Playing a guitar and begging for change
Ooh, I guess, I shouldn't have believed my eyes
But when he wiggled his wings
I melted like ice cream, he began to sing not very well
He said, 'Ooh, sweet girl, the storyteller never lies'

That should have been enough, I couldn't make this up
Stranger than fiction is my love, my love

Now there's an angel in my bed, I can't kick him out
And his junkyard head is starting to smell
Ooh, I guess it must have been a hell of a night
'Cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didn't care
That his wings were on the floor, right where they fell
Ooh, and I'm still looking for a heavenly light

He couldn't say goodbye, the angel made me cry
Stranger than fiction like my life, my life

Ooh, he said, 'The storyteller never lies'

'Hey Mack, when you fly back to heaven
Can I come for the ride?'
He said, 'No kid, I don't live in heaven
I live here on the lower east side'

So now, I'm back with my old guy, but I think of the angel
How he blatantly lied and re-stapled his wings
Ooh, now I start running when an angel sings
There couldn't be a scarier thing
Stranger than fiction is my life