Bob Dylan Three Angels song lyrics

Three angels up above the street

Each one playing a horn

Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out

They've been there since Christmas morn

The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash

Then a lady in a bright orange dress

One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels

The Tenth Avenue bus goin' west

The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around

A man with a badge skips by

Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work

Nobody stops to ask why

The bakery truck stops outside of that fence

Where the angels stand high on their poles

The driver peeks out, trying to find one face

In this concrete world full of souls

The angels play on their horns all day

The whole earth in progression seems to pass by

But does anyone hear the music they play

Does anyone even try?