Mary Anne Constable - Finding Heaven

Was a man on the street last night
He had nothing to eat so he fought for his life
He found relief at the bottom of a bottle
But there was so little left to find

Will he be ok?
Will he be alright?
Will he make it through the cold and lonely night?
Maybe somehow, maybe someday
Beneath the paper where he sleeps

He'll find Heaven
He'll find Heaven

She makes a living on the corner of Main
She would never have thought she could handle the shame
She had a man, with a hard-fisted hand
So she took all she had and she ran

Will she be ok?
Will she be alright?
Will she make it through the cold and lonely night?
Maybe somehow, maybe someday
Beneath the paper where she sleeps

She'll find Heaven
She'll find Heaven

So I'll see her at the corner of Main everyday
The story of her life written in the lines upon her face
And the truth in my shame
Is that I don't even know her name

Will she find a light?
Will she find a way?
Will she see that love's not very far away?
Maybe somehow, maybe someday
Beneath the paper where she sleeps

She'll find Heaven
She'll find Heaven

Beneath the paper where she sleeps

Written by:
Mary Anne Constable

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