Counting Crows

I guess I think I feel alright
You come circling through the light
The skyline, baby, is bright tonight
What more perfect rendezvous?
The sundown paints the shadows
Through the daylight, Amy, on what we do
It looks like darkness to me
Drifting down into Miami
Can I say,
"I wish that this weather would never leave?"
It just gets hard to believe
That God sent this angel to watch over me
Cause my angel
She don't receive my calls
Says I'm too dumb to...
Too dumb to fight
Too dumb to save