as the cafe was closin on a warm summer night kathy was cleanin the spoons the radio played the hit parade and i hummed along with the tune she asked me to change the station said that song just drove her insane but it weren t the music that was playin it was me she was tryin to blame and the night is all black and still now on the hill where the angels sing ain t it funny how an old broken bottle looks just like a diamond ring but it s far far from the ring so i leaned on my left leg in the parkin lot dirt while kathy she put out the lights a june bug flew from the warmth he once new and i wished for once i weren t right see we used to laugh together we d dance just to any old song you know she still laughs with me but she waits just a minute too long and the night is all black and still now on the hill where the angels sing ain t it funny how an old broken bottle looks just like a diamond ring but it s far far from the ring i started the engine and i gave her some gas while kathy she closed her purse we hadn t gone far in my beat up old car when i was prepared for the worst will you see me tomorrow no i ve got things to do well a question ain t really a question if you know the answer too and the night is all black and still now on the hill where the angels sing ain t it funny how an old broken bottle looks just like a diamond ring but it s far far from the ring yeah it s far far from the ring