When I'd hear it rumblin'
that had seen its best days
All rust and smoke and dents
and a backseat full of stains
An d friends never ask any questions
I never knew a lot of what Angel did
Or exactly where he lived
He'd just show up at my house
with a case of Miller beer
that he wanted me to hear.
There was a tattoo of a cobra
and sword on his right arm.
He told me one hard night
and friends never ask any questions
and just like me he was a Scorpio
his hair was long and black
in a ponytail down his back
that was ripped and lined with cracks.
that could look so far away,
like a hellhound chased his soul
every night and every day.
and friends never ask any questions
it was sometime in the fall
there was color in the trees
I heard a knocking on my door
and saw three state police.
Are you a friend of Angel's?
One said as he touched his gun.
Can you tell me exactly what he's done?
He tried to rob a 7 -11 right
The security City camera caught him,
and friends never answer any questions
The fat cop said he dropped
I guess he never expected
there'd be a real one in the store
that thug angel left behind him
his own dark trail of blood
he took off in a fair lane
There's an all -points bulletin
That angels, my friend, and friends
Never answer any questions
They found him in the forest
It appeared he bled to death
In the front seat, by the steering wheel,
with a note to me that read
I leave you all my possessions,
including your favorite car
My Medal of Honor from Vietnam,
my doctorate from Harvard Law
they all passed by like a dream
But you were always my friend
