Angels of the Disappeared - Rick Springfield

I send it out, a prayer tonite

To all the angels of the disappeared

May they sleep in your arms tonite

And may they know they're not forgotten here

And the angels of the disappeared

Are on a city corner or a downtown subway train

And the world is watching and waiting to say

Welcome home to you

Welcome home to you

The highways run, the cities glare

Looking for God's fingerprints somewhere

And every night the alarm is set

So you can remember what you can't forget

And the angels of the disappeared

Watch a southern highway and a midwestern trailer park

And a town is watching and waiting to say

Welcome home to you

Welcome home to you

God knows dreams come true

Welcome home to you

We take the precious thing and we break it apart

there's no such thing as an unchangeable heart

And the angels of the disappeared

are walking hand in hand with the vanished ones tonite

And a heart is watching and waiting to say

Welcome home to you

Welcome home to you

God knows dreams come true

Welcome home to you

And the angels of the disappeared

Oh they're busy tonite