Pam Tillis - Homeward Looking Angel lyrics
[Pam Tillis - Homeward Looking Angel lyrics]
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
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