From the recording Hit the Ground Running
Lyrics
She lives out on the mean streets
But you can't tell it by her face
She looks beyond you
As she hums "Amazing Grace"
The thrift store coat she wears
Hides her golden wings
You don't know she's an angel
Until she sings
Her harp a Silvertone guitar
She had when she was young
She keeps it right beside her
Though they both have come unstrung
A truck pulls up to a traffic light
The driver rolls the window down
And he won't know why but till he dies
He'll be haunted by the sound