She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train now the only thing she wants is a onewatched the by with a fever in her brain seemed like a good time at the time rolling down that trackShe's a homeward looking angel and she's feeling mighty tiredher party dress is tattered but her vision is inspired (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 she's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her wings She's so hungry at heart for a piece of mama's pieServed up on gradmna's chinaafter church on sunday nightPap's proubably turning out the light and heading up the stairsand the wayward child he never talked about still turns up in his prayersthere's the road ahead and the road behind all roads lead to home this time.
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