you were looking for silver looking for gold you never did feel the wind turning cold you always said you didnt need that much anymore you were carrying the weight of the world running around with all that pain so you never did feel my hand in the rain you were dreaming deep down in the night dreaming all of your days you never did wake when the angels played there was fire in the tunnel fire in the wash and the ringing of the bells you never did wake when the angels played maybe youll find your silver maybe youll find your gold maybe well meet again on the road sometime storm in december storm in july i was standing in the door when you said goodbye you never did wake when the angels played there was fire in the tunnel fire in the wash and the ringing of the bells you never did wake when the angels played well maybe youll find your silver maybe youll find your gold maybe well meet somewhere down the road well storm in december storm in july i was standing in the door when you said goodbye you never did wake when the angels played