I'd watch that little glass angel
Swinging from the mirror every morning as I sat in the back
Momma drove that beat-up laser through the woods and over those railroad tracks
We didn't get much to eat at home, at school maybe nothing at all
When you're a kid at twelve years old, you'd think it's all your fault
Ooh
Mama'd lost my dad in her mind and married a crazy man
He beat us with a Bible while preaching survival and waiting for the world to end
In that creepy cold house off the grid by the tracks at the end of the road
We got good at keeping secrets, mom
And no one wanted to know
Sometimes God sends a whisper
Carried in on the rain
And when we don't want to listen
Sometimes God sends a train
Ooh, ooh
One morning in high school history class, a chill ran down my back
When they called my name on the intercom, I already knew it was bad
They said her blazer was in pieces out there on those railroad tracks
As I went to see what was left of her, I wonder would this bring her back
Sometimes God sends a whisper
Carried in on the rain
When we don't want to listen
Sometimes God sends a train
Ooh, ooh
They said she'd never walk again, but that first step she took
Was straight down to the courthouse, she got rid of his ass for good
One day we got a visitor, it was that train engineer
He told us kids, "There must be a good reason your mom's still here"
He said "Ma'am I found this on that day, stuck to the front of my train"
He handed my mom a glass angel with a broken wing
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Sometimes God sends a whisper
Carried in on the rain
And when we don't want to listen
Sometimes God sends a train
Ooh, ooh