Angel from Montgomery
Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds Lyrics


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I am an old woman, named after my mother
My old man is another, child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down, a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster from an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl, well I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man
But that was a long time, and no matter how I try
The years just flow by, like a broken down dam

There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing, since I woke up today




How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening, and have nothing to say

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Angel from Montgomery by Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds tell the story of an old woman who is reflecting on her life and realizes that it has not lived up to her expectations. She is named after her mother and her old man is another child that has grown old. If dreams were lightning and thunder were desire, her old house would have burnt down a long time ago. She feels stuck in her life and yearns for something to give her hope and purpose. She asks to be made an angel that flies from Montgomery or a poster from an old rodeo, anything to give her something to hold onto and believe in. Living life has been a hard road for her and she wants desperately to find meaning in it.


The second verse describes her past, when she was a young girl and had a cowboy. He was not much to look at, just a free rambling man, but the time spent with him was golden. However, the years flew by like a broken down dam, and now she is trapped in an old house with nothing to show for her life. The buzzing of flies in the kitchen reminds her that she has not accomplished anything since waking up that day. She is frustrated and wonders how anyone can go to work in the morning and come home in the evening with nothing to say. The lyrics are an honest portrayal of the struggles of life and the desire to find meaning in it.


Line by Line Meaning

I am an old woman, named after my mother
I am getting old and realizing that I inherited my mother's name


My old man is another, child that's grown old
My husband is like a grown child who never grew up


If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
If wishes were easy to come by, they would light up our lives like lightning but they require thunderous desire to achieve them.


This old house would have burnt down, a long time ago
If my life were a house, it would have burned down a long time ago.


Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
I wish I had a way out of this place, to be lifted up by an angel and flown away from my troubles.


Make me a poster from an old rodeo
I want a memento of a time when life was exciting and full of possibilities.


Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
I need something that gives me hope and makes me feel like I have a purpose in this world.


To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
Life is tough and believing in the goodness of it can be a challenge.


When I was a young girl, well I had me a cowboy
In my younger days, I had a man who made me feel alive and loved.


He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man
He wasn't physically attractive, but he was a free-spirited adventurer.


But that was a long time, and no matter how I try
But that was a long time ago and no matter how hard I try, I can't go back in time.


The years just flow by, like a broken down dam
Time passes, and it feels like something has been broken and can't be stopped.


There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing
My life is stagnant, and I feel stuck in this space with annoying distractions.


And I ain't done nothing, since I woke up today
I feel unproductive and aimless, even though I've been up all day.


How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning
How can one go to work every day and come home empty and unfulfilled?


And come home in the evening, and have nothing to say
After a long day at work, how can one have nothing to show for it, nothing to say about their day?




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