All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah Look at the angel high above the ground She must have burned her wings now, Afraid to come down And far below things are looking bad Lines got crossed and the world's gone mad Today I'm stuck in Texas, and I'm trying to reach L.A. All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah Well it seems to me the older we get The more we see the more we forget The way history goes 'round and 'round It's kind of funny but Right now I don't feel like laughing out loud At all these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah We thought we'd come so far But we've yet to win the war Yet to win the war Well I wish that angel high in the air Would cry a God-almighty tear So from the Boardwalk out to Pasadena It would wash that whole damn city clean Well, OK, OK, OK, OK You see I'm stuck in Texas and I'm trying to reach L.A. All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah All these little victories, yeah