Pam Tillis---Homeward Looking Angel
She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train,
Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain,
Seemed like a good time at the time, rolling down that track,
Now the only thing she wants is a one-way ticket back,

She's a homeward looking angel and she's feeling mighty tired,
Her 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,
(And) She's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her
wings,
Soon as she can find her wings,

She's hungry at heart for a piece of Mama's pie,
Served up on Grandma's china after church on Sunday night,
Papa's probably turning out the light and heading up the stairs,
and the wayward child he never talks about turns up in his prayers,

She's a homeward looking angel and she's feeling mighty tired,
Her 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,
(And) She's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her
wings,
Soon as she can find her wings,
(Of her own...)

There's the road ahead and the road behind,
All roads lead to home this time,

She's a homeward looking angel and she's feeling mighty tired,
Her 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,
(And) She's leaving in the morning soon as she can find her
wings,
Soon as she can find her wings,