Abigail was walking Talking to herself Then I started talking to her She said, "I was a believer And then I saw the light Bouncing the church" I asked, "the one on 31st?" Then we started walking We took a lap around the city Oh we never stopped talking Her voice was so pretty Pretty, pretty We took a path down to the hill She had a hundred dollars in bills She turned it all into a joke She asked me if I had a smoke I do but do you have a lighter She said, "I don't understand... How do you have a smoke without a lighter?" Her voice was so pretty Pretty, pretty, pretty I start to wonder If all that light in her eyes Last for a while I start to wonder... Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty