Song | Homeward Looking Angel |
Artist | Pam Tillis |
Album | Homeward Looking Angel |
作词 : DiPiero, Tillis | |
She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train | |
Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain | |
Seemed like a good time at the time, rolling down that track | |
Now the only thing she wants is a one-way ticket back | |
She's a homeward looking angel and she's feeling mighty tired | |
Her party dress is tattered but her vision is inspired | |
And that girl looking back in the mirror, | |
Lord, made such a mess of things | |
And she's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings | |
Soon as she can find her wings | |
She's so very hungry for a piece of | |
Mama's pie | |
Served up on | |
Grandma's china after church on | |
Sunday night | |
Oh, now Papa's probably turning out the lights and heading up the stairs | |
And the wayward child he never talks about still turns up in his prayers | |
She's a homeward looking angel and she must be feeling mighty tired | |
Her party dress is tattered but her vision is inspired | |
And that girl looking back in the mirror, | |
Lord, made such a mess of things | |
And she's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings | |
There's a road ahead and a road behind | |
All roads lead to home this time | |
She's a homeward looking angel and she's feeling mighty tired | |
She went gunning for glory but her bullets all misfired | |
And that girl looking back in the mirror, | |
Lord, made such a mess of things | |
And she's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings | |
Soon as she can find her wings | |
Homeward looking angel |
zuò cí : DiPiero, Tillis | |
She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train | |
Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain | |
Seemed like a good time at the time, rolling down that track | |
Now the only thing she wants is a oneway ticket back | |
She' s a homeward looking angel and she' s feeling mighty tired | |
Her party dress is tattered but her vision is inspired | |
And that girl looking back in the mirror, | |
Lord, made such a mess of things | |
And she' s leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings | |
Soon as she can find her wings | |
She' s so very hungry for a piece of | |
Mama' s pie | |
Served up on | |
Grandma' s china after church on | |
Sunday night | |
Oh, now Papa' s probably turning out the lights and heading up the stairs | |
And the wayward child he never talks about still turns up in his prayers | |
She' s a homeward looking angel and she must be feeling mighty tired | |
Her party dress is tattered but her vision is inspired | |
And that girl looking back in the mirror, | |
Lord, made such a mess of things | |
And she' s leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings | |
There' s a road ahead and a road behind | |
All roads lead to home this time | |
She' s a homeward looking angel and she' s feeling mighty tired | |
She went gunning for glory but her bullets all misfired | |
And that girl looking back in the mirror, | |
Lord, made such a mess of things | |
And she' s leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings | |
Soon as she can find her wings | |
Homeward looking angel |