Angel S Working Overtime lyrics

She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line
In the back of a Dodge in the summer time
Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate
And with the hum of the tires on the interstate
She was cryin`

They left her at a Denny`s up in Colorado
In a blanket with her name written on a note
That said, `Forgive us Lord for not takin` her
But this child has a better chance of makin` it
In someone else`s arms`

And it`s a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime

She was raised in a place called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone could tell
That she didn`t belong in some prairie town
And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out
On a Greyhound

They stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and they drove away
She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school
He said `I`m headed out west` and she said `Me too
If that`s all right`

And it`s a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime

It took a couple hundred miles `til they fell in love
They knew forever was the only thing good enough
And in a moment of passion in a motel room
They held on tight and their aim was true
Now they`re countin` down the days
And dreamin` all night in an apartment in L.A.

And it`s a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime

And it`s a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime

She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line
Angels workin` overtime
She was cryin`
She was cryin`
She was cryin