MUSIC FOR SALE

ABOVE THE F.D.N.Y.

NOW THE MORNING'S TURNED TO BLACK,
YOU CAN'T HEAR AN EMBER CRACK,
BUT FOR THE GOOD OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD,
THEY CAN BRING A BUILDING BACK.

A TEAR FROM A WIDOW LANDS
ON THE FLAG IN HER HANDS,
AND LOOKING CUTE WITH HIS SAD SALUTE,
BESIDE HER, THE TODDLER STANDS.

AND EACH TIME THEIR DUTY CALLS, (BRIDGE)
ANOTHER SIREN CRIES,
AND EACH TIME A HERO FALLS,
ANOTHER ANGEL FLIES.

WATCH THE ANGEL FLY, (CHORUS)
SEE HIM UP THERE IN THE SKY,
SEE HIM SOARING HIGH,
ABOVE THE F.D.N.Y.

IT'S A STRANGE WAY TO BEHAVE,
TO THE PEOPLE THAT THEY SAVE,
JUST STAND IN AWE, HERE WE ARE BEFORE
ALL THE BRAVEST OF THE BRAVE.

AFTER ALL THE SMOKE AND FLAME,
JUST A PICTURE AND A NAME,
THE BEST DAD GAVE ALL THAT HE HAD
NOW WE'LL NEVER BE THE SAME.

AND EACH TIME THEIR DUTY CALLS, (BRIDGE)
ANOTHER SIREN CRIES,
AND EACH TIME A HERO FALLS,
ANOTHER ANGEL FLIES.

WATCH THE ANGEL FLY, (CHORUS)
SEE HIM UP THERE IN THE SKY,
SEE HIM SOARING HIGH,
ABOVE THE F.D.N.Y.

FROM THE BRONX ACROSS TO QUEENS,
WE SHOULD ALL KNOW WHAT IT MEANS,
THE BANNERS HUNG AND THE HYMNS ARE SUNG
WHERE AN EMPTY SHOULDER LEANS.
AT THE END OF THE PARADE,
THE BAGPIPE NOTES ALL FADE,
WE SHOULD BE KIND TO THOSE LEFT BEHIND,
FOR THE SACRIFICE THEY MADE.


AND EACH TIME THEIR DUTY CALLS, (BRIDGE)
ANOTHER SIREN CRIES,
AND EACH TIME A HERO FALLS,
ANOTHER ANGEL FLIES.

WATCH THE ANGEL FLY, (CHORUS)
SEE HIM UP THERE IN THE SKY,
SEE HIM SOARING HIGH,
ABOVE THE F.D.N.Y.