Angels Working Overtime - Deana Carter

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 
They 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 to 
If that's alright" 


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 LA 


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'