Everything's a ballad - Angel of Hastings Street

It's 4am when he comes stumbling in
She smells the liquor, the other woman on him
She rolls over, and wipes her tears
Picturing life like this for the rest of her years

She packs her suitcase for the hundredth time
Hopes her wings remember how to fly

Maybe this time, she'll make it to the bridge
Past the rocky mountains and over the ridge
Clutching the money that's she'd hidden away
Thunder storms a comin', not just a rainy day

But they both know that she'll be back before dawn
Make his breakfast and put the kettle on

That never happened, girl and even if it did
It didn't hurt that bad, and I didn't mean it
You're sounding crazy, hell, you've got some nerve
And if I hurt you well it's something you deserve

She packs her suitcase for the hundredth time
Hopes her wings remember how to fly

She's got no time, to make it to the bridge
She ain't leaving, he's got her up against the fridge
He takes the money that's she'd hidden away
Thunder storms a comin', he's gonna make her pay

And they both know that she'll be dead before dawn
If she don't back down, and put the kettle on

Why can't she leave? Why does she remain?
Like her spirits grown addicted to the pain
Looking in the mirror, she don't look the same
Covers up the bruises and swallows her shame

Finally this time, she made it past the bridge
Above the rocky mountains and the rainbow ridge
Across the river, yea she's gotten away
The storms all blown out, it's a sunny day
Unpacks her suitcase for the very last time
She's an angel now, remembering how to fly

Written by:
Jennifer Duffy, Jenny Duffy

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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