I stepped out of the barroom, six beers over my limit,
Fumbled with the keys, found my car and got in it.
An angel on my shoulder said, “Joe, you shouldn’t go”;
“Where, Oh Where Could My Baby Be” was playing on the radio.
I rolled down the car windows to let in the freezing winter air;
The smell of beer was on my breath, the smell of smoke was in my hair.
In the distance I heard sirens through the darkness of the night
I thanked my lucky stars, knowing my angel had been right.
I needed to quickly find a men’s room, settled on a telephone pole instead;
Walked a couple of empty city blocks trying to clear up my clouded head.
Somehow, I managed to get lost; I couldn’t get back to my car;
I didn’t know if it was close by or if I had walked a bit too far.
The cold was biting through me; I couldn’t find an open door to step inside;
When the snow started falling, I sat down on the curb and like a baby cried.
A homeless man came walking by and took me by the hand,
Led me down a dirty alley to a fire burning in an old trash can.
He covered me with a blanket then continued on his way;
When I opened my eyes again, it was the middle of the next day.
I got my circulation going; figured out just where I was;
My car was not too far; I no longer had a buzzing buzz;
It must have snowed throughout the night; four inches were on the ground;
When I got back to my car, a snow angel in front of it, I found.
It could have been random – schools were closed, the kids were out;
It could have been the old man, but, of that I had some doubt;
Was it actually an angel? Made me stop and made me think,
What I do know for sure is … it was the last night I had a drink.