Last night, I saw a suit give a buck to a bum
Twenty feet down the street, someone yelling "look up"
Some girl, maybe eighteen, probably drunk
Just in time, out the way of a bus

And maybe things are finally getting better, better
Maybe everyone is finally fed up enough
Maybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up

Brown bags, Sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall Street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link and concrete
And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me
And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea

Spring Street, hear a busker singing the blues
'Bout peace in the world and some money for food
A little kid says, "I'm gonna be like you
A superstar, and I'ma make a difference too
And I'ma make a difference too"

And maybe things are finally getting better, better
Maybe everyone is finally fed up enough
Maybe all the clouds are gonna let up, let up

Brown bags, Sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall Street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link and concrete
And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me
And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea

Subway, I saw a woman in a beautiful dress
Head down in her hands, her makeup a mess
Young mom, two kids, holes in their shoes
Says "I've been there too, and you're gonna get through
Yeah, I've been there too and you're gonna get through"

Brown bags, Sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall Street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link and concrete
And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me
And everywhere I look tonight, I see angels in Chelsea

I see love in the cold streets
I see places on their knees
I see angels around me
All these angels around me
All these angels around me
All these angels around me
I see angels in Chelsea