Lyrics
I wish I had an angel
I desire guidance or support symbolized by an angel.
To tell me what I should do
Seeking advice on what actions to take amidst troubles.
With all these troubles
Expressing the burden of problems sticking to the speaker.
Stuck on me like Superglue
Describing troubles as being strongly attached, like Superglue.
Angel, my spirit's so tired
Addressing the angel again, emphasizing spiritual fatigue.
Oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah
Reiteration of the weariness of the spirit.
I wish I had an atlas
Expressing a wish for direction, likened to an atlas.
To show me where to go
Desiring guidance on moving forward.
To rid my self of these
Wanting to shed emotional burdens that have become too small.
Emotional clothes I've outgrown
Metaphor for outgrowing emotional struggles.
Oh, my spirit's so tired
Reiteration of spiritual fatigue in seeking direction.
Angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah
Re-emphasizing the weariness of the spirit to the angel.
But if I had an old fat Cadillac
Introducing the idea of an old fat Cadillac as a solution.
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
Fantasizing about sitting in the back seat, contemplating all day.
I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac
Commitment to not actually driving the old fat Cadillac.
Where is there to go to get away?
Rhetorical question about the destination of escape.
"So, Mr. President, what should you and I
A satirical dialogue with the President, envisioning escapism in the Cadillac.
Propose to say...about this fallout business,
-Raining all over our parade.
-Maybe you should sit up front and I'll sit here in the back
-And we can both admire my old fat Cadillac.
-Look at that dash!
-Look at that amazing upholstery, yes!
-Think of the plans,
-Think of what a man can build with his hands...
-And maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes...
-And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat...
-And maybe Mr. President,
-You could fix a big martini.
-Maybe you should fix a big martini, yeah".
-But if I had an old fat Cadillac
Reiteration of the desire to passively enjoy the Cadillac.
I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
Imagining prolonged contemplation in the back seat.
I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac
Reaffirming the decision not to actively drive the Cadillac.
Where is there to go to get away?
Rhetorical question about the destination for escape, repeated.
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