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She was at a rest stop on the Kansas state line
In the of a Dodge in the summer time
Her momma named her Indiana like license plate
And the hum of the tires on the interstate
She was

They her at a Denny's up in Colorado
In a blanket with her name written on a
They said, "Forgive us for not takin' her
But this child has a chance of makin' it
In else's arms"

And it's a crazy
Fate has perfect
All the way down the
Angels working
working overtime

She was raised in a place called Cheyenne
But she fit in and everyone could tell
That she didn't belong in some prairie
And when she turned eighteen she bought a out
On a

stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and they away
She hitched a ride a boy right out of school
He "I'm headed out west" and she said
"Me to if alright"

And a crazy thing
has perfect wings
All the way the line
Angels overtime
Angels working

It took a couple hundred miles they fell in love
They knew forever was the only thing enough
And in a moment of passion in a room
held on tight and their aim was true
Now they're countin' down the
And dreamin' all night in an in LA

It's a thing
Fate has wings
All the way down the
working overtime

It's a thing
has perfect wings
All the way the line
working overtime
Angels working

She was born at a rest
On the state line
working overtime

She was
She was
She was