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Austin Webb

Angel On 8th Ave

 

Angel On 8th Ave


I was a white t-shirt and a leather jacket
Light brown eyes behind sunglasses
And I've never seen
Anything like her
Yeah, that sunlight hit her like a chandelier
God knows I didn't have a prayer
For a girl like that
She was sent from heaven

There's an angel on 8th Avenue
Wearing faded jeans and cowgirl boots
With dirty blonde hair, completely unaware
She's beautiful
And I wonder where she's running to
If she's got a man, if her love is true
I know there's chance it's all happenstance
Maybe so
But sometimes God lets one loose
There's an angel on 8th Avenue

I pulled myself together to say hello
Walked right up but then I froze
When I saw those eyes
It felt like going home
I was falling like a leaf in late October
With every word, it felt like I'd known her
My whole life through
Then outta the blue

There's an angel on 8th Avenue
Wearing faded jeans and cowgirl boots
With dirty blonde hair, completely unaware
She's beautiful
And I wonder where she's running to
If she's got a man, if her love is true
I know there's chance it's all happenstance
Maybe so
But sometimes God lets one loose
There's an angel on 8th Avenue

And I know some way, somehow
I gotta make a move right now
'Cause never will I ever have the chance to find
Serenity, divinity, and make her mine

There's an angel on 8th Avenue
Wearing faded jeans and cowgirl boots
With dirty blonde hair, completely unaware
She's beautiful
And I wonder where she's running to
If she's got a man, if her love is true
I know there's chance it's all happenstance
Maybe so
But sometimes God lets one loose
There's an angel on 8th Avenue

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